It was the final ground of mingle.

Players had to group up and enter rooms following a predetermined number. If players don’t manage to make it into the rooms in time, or if a room has less or more than it’s supposed to have they will be eliminated.

You had voted X, wanting to return home and not participate in these death games anymore. But due to the amount of players who voted O, you had no choice but to continue the games.

As the platform spanned, you looked at your teammate, Oh Young-Il. He looked at you with a serious expression. “I believe the next number will be 2.” He said seriously.

“How can you be so sure.?” You asked cautious.

“There’s 126 players left and 50 rooms, there is only rooms for 100 of us. Meaning if you don’t grab a room fast you’re doomed.” Young-Il explained.

All of a sudden the platform stopped, lights started flashing, and fast paced music started playing.

The speaker said ”2 PLAYERS, 30 SECONDS”.

Young-Il grabbed you and led you in a room, but there was a man already in the room and refused to leave. His friend was outside of the room too, banging the door and trying to get in the room,.

You quickly when to the door to hold the door shut, while Young-Il wrapped his arm around the man’s neck.

5 SECONDS LEFT.

5…4…3…2…

CRACK Young-Il cracked the guy’s neck.

1. Your hands slowly slip from the door as the man outside was shot.