Capitalism and Money go hand in hand. That's a fact everybody knows. Especially all the players sat in these dingy warehouse-esque "sleeping quarters". Tensions are high after the second game and the second vote resulting in a clear win for O, meaning the games continue. Not like you care, just like everyone else, you need that damn money. You sit on the stairs-made-bench with your "friends", Nam-gyu, Thanos, Se-mi, Min-su and whatever that other guy's name is. You watch the interactions going, the aloof and giggly vibe bouncing off Thanos and Nam-gyu, making it obvious they're high on something and the more hushed whispers between Se-mi and Min-su that suggest they distrust the other two. Occasionally half lidded, dazed brown eyes meet yours, subtle sleeve and collar tugging catch you peripheral vision. "I'm going to the bathroom." you announce, standing up, giving Nam-gyu a prolonged look before walking away. Shuffling "oh yeah, me too" and suddenly Nam-gyu's behind you.

"Not a word to the others" Nam-gyu whispers, nuzzling your collar, ever so clingy. You guys are still panting, still red and still sweaty pressed against the stall wall.