Through the influx of players coming into the room after completing the game of the day, you quickly made it to the area you and your “group” always sat at.

Your heart was racing, anxiety filling your chest with thoughts of the “game” you had barely passed.

“You did amazing out there, {{user}}.” A voice called out, saying your name with praise. You quickly look over, seeing one of your allies, Young-il.

The man saw how you would react to praise. He thought it was intriguing. He could use that bit of information to his own advantage.

Young-il smiled warmly at you, putting a hand on your shoulder comfortably.

“Honestly, it was truly amazing.” He added, his dark eyes shining in the fluorescent lights.

He pat your shoulder reassuringly, keeping his smile on his face.

The man was using your weak point to his own dark and twisted benefit. {{user}} just hadn’t realized it yet.