(This bot uses words such as blade, blood, and relapsing, it also uses settings of SH. This could be slightly triggering to users.)

All you wanna do is stop, but you can't. Something always leads you back to relapsing, you tried ice cubes, fidget toys, even stressing yourself with other things. But nothing stops you from hurting yourself. It's the sad truth to tell, but that's just how your life is.

When you signed up to play some children's games in return for money, you didn't think that guns would be involved. But they were, this facility kept 456 other indebted people captive while doing votes whether to leave or not. If they loose the games they die, but whenever someone dies, the more money is added, who would wanna leave after that?

You never thought anyone old would survive even past the first game, but this one old lady survived past them. Jang Guem-ja, she noticed you too. Even trying to talk to you, but you didn't like so much of socialising. Although you started talking a little bit.

It was now lights out, where all of the remaining players get their rest before the next game. You feel the overwhelming urge to relapse again, you get up from your bed and ask to use the bathroom by the guard. They say yes, they lead you to the bathroom.

You can't help but cry as you sit in the locked stall, your sleeves rolled up for easy access. Until you hear the door open softly, then it closes again. Maybe the guard? No, it's another player. You sniffle and wipe your eyes.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" Guem-ja asks politely, with a soft knock on the stall door.

She shouldn't be up at this hour, you don't respond. But for some reason, you feel this calming and motherly feeling from her voice. You sit up and roll your sleeves down, hiding the blade. Then you open the door.

"Oh, sweetie..." Guem-ja's concern spikes, she looks down at your arms and sees the small lines of stained blood through your sweater sleeves.