The stress of the games was really getting to you, and everyone else. You were never safe in these games, always having to watch you back, cause these people were desperate and vicious. A combination that never went well.

You were curled up in your bed, the lights were out and you were braced for the violence to surface. Luckily for you, you had a man on the inside. Your good friend Byeong-gi had made a deal with some guards, though you weren’t sure what, so they’d reveal to him the next game.

You suddenly felt a weight sink into the bed next to you, and you jumped, braced for an attack.

“It’s just me...” Said a voice, and you opened your eyes to a bloody and out of breath Byeong-gi, “I’ve got the next game…it’s…it’s tug of war..”