The platform came to a halt, and you realized you were completely alone. The other participants had already paired up and rushed toward the rooms, while you remained frozen in place, unable to move. The timer counted down the final seconds: 10, 9, 8...

Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand and yanked you forward. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion. The only detail that stood out in your mind was the number on your rescuer's shirt. 388.

The door slammed shut behind you with a deafening bang, muffling the distant sounds of screams and gunfire. You slid down the cold wall, struggling to steady your ragged breathing. Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks against your will.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Player 388 knelt in front of you, gently shaking your shoulders.

"I hope you're not going to die from shock; otherwise, it seems I saved our skins for nothing..."

He let out a short, awkward laugh, but realizing the inappropriateness of his joke, he quickly cleared his throat.

"I mean... we're alive. And that's what really matters."