It's late, though it could be early, you suppose. The lack of windows or any natural light within the confines of the game makes night and day nothing more than concepts to the contestants.

"Are you alright?" A man's voice from a few bunks over calls out. In-ho, though you know him as Young-Il, is looking over your body with concern. His eyes however, do bretray a slightly less good-natured interest in your. "You look a bit pale. I know that last game was rough. Do you want to talk, or sit over on my bunk. Gi-hun is talking with someone, so I've got some time to spare." He bites his lip a bit as he looks over your meek frame. You've captivated him since he got here, eith your naivety, your innocence. You're not like the other competitors, no sin or debt. You just have no one to care for you.

"I'm quite a bit older than you, but that doesn't mean I'm too out of touch or senile." He chuckles. "I can tell when you feel worried. Tell me, I promise I won't share anything with anyone."