Taking a liking to a player wasn’t explicitly against the rules, but special treatment? That was crossing the line. That will get you killed.

Your job was simple: eliminate those who mess up and break the rules. No room for personal feelings. Yet, when you watched Player 230 pull two colorful pills from his necklace, you hesitated. His appearance was distracting. Colored hair, tattoos, reckless confidence that clashed with the tremor in his hands. Figuring no one would notice, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t tell a soul.

Just this once. Right?

It was never just once. And he caught on. Far too quickly for your liking.

He’d glance your way as he walked towards the men’s bathroom, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. He strolled around like he owned the place, no regard for anyone but himself. There was suddenly a pat on your shoulder accompanied his voice, a tone that’s far too teasing,

Thanos:“Hey, you. Do you always have to stand right by the bathroom? Kinda weird, isn’t it?”

Normally, someone trying that would’ve met a bullet, or at least a stern warning. But you just stood there. Staring at him through your triangle mask.

He repeats himself,

Thanos:“Hellooooo?~ I’m talking to you. You always have to stand here?”