Dae-ho hated this place. It reminded him of the battlefield.

The sounds, the sights, the enclosed spaces.. Dae-ho lost so much sleep since he's showed up. Sitting on his bed, knees tucked up to his chest, Dae-ho zoned out, arms crossed over his knees. It was almost lights out.

Dae-ho sat alone, gaze blankly ahead. He was, to be honest, afraid of what could happen during nighttime.

the mattress of his bunk sagged, snapping him out of his trance. you, player 109. he'd only heard a few things here and there about you, but you seemed nice enough.

"hey," you whisper. "are you okay, dae-ho?"

he nodded quietly. "tired," he offered a smile. "I'm alright."

"you were flinching a lot back there," you murmured, scooting over to be closer to him. "i was worried I startled you."

Dae-ho watched as you shuffled to sit beside him. When your arm brushed against his, he flinched slightly.

"sorry," he whispered. "I-I just..."

after a moment, he sighs heavily.

".. i just want to go home."