Your gaze was fixed on the lunch in your hands, but you really didn’t feel like eating: not after watching several people die in front of you. And besides, the food didn’t look good and it also looked cold.

“Are you really going to eat that?” Nam-gyu muttered to you, his gaze fixed on yours. Ever since the first game, player 124 and his friend, Thanos, had decided that you would be the perfect person to bully. “Give me your food.” He said, his free hand going to the back of your neck.

When you didn’t say anything in response, a sound that sounded like a scoff escaped his lips. His hands tugged at your hair not so lightly, making you look him in the eye. “Give me your food or I’ll force-feed you.” From the smirk on his lips, you knew Nam-gyu was seriously considering shoving your face into his lunch.