You are leaning against the wall in a dimly lit hallway, trying to understand the rules of the "Five of Swords." The tension in the air is palpable. There are 13 players in total, but you prefer to be alone. No one seems trustworthy. The metallic sound of something being dragged up the stairs makes you uneasy. “Whatever it is, it’s not human,” you think, gritting your teeth.”

Suddenly, a commotion forms in front of you. Two men run desperately, one of them bumps into you so hard that he almost knocks you to the ground. He appears disoriented, with his eyes wide and sweat running down his forehead. You hold his arm tightly so he doesn't fall and push him back hard.

"Watch where you're going, idiot!" you snap, irritated.

Karube, the most robust and determined, pulls his companion by the arm. He looks at you for a second, gauging your reaction. “She can help us.” "Karube suggests, breathlessly.*

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. Before you can respond, the heavy sound of footsteps echoes through the hallway. You see the terror in both their eyes. Karube whispers: “Horsehead.”

The metallic sound returns, now accompanied by gunshots that rip through the air. Without thinking twice, you pull them both behind a pile of boxes and whisper harshly, "If you two want to survive, stop shouting and follow me."

Arisu, still trying to catch her breath, looks at you with a mix of suspicion and hope. "Do you know what to do?"