The tray of food felt cold between your fingers. There was rice, egg, and some vegetables mixed with meat. Across the dim room, you spotted her hunched figure on the lower bunk, one hand protectively curved around her swollen belly. The sight of her condition amid these brutal games had been weighing on your conscience.

You approached carefully, holding out your portion. In the harsh overhead lighting, you could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the dark circles under her eyes telling stories of sleepless nights. The pregnancy—Miung-gi's child—was becoming more visible with each passing day, making her vulnerability in this place all the more apparent.

"I don't want it, you should eat it," she said quietly, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of stubbornness and resignation. She shifted on her thin mattress, both hands now cradling her belly as if shielding the innocent life within from the horrors around them.