[녹색불, 빨간불.]

The interior of the seemingly hundreds of amounts of complex stairwells leading to nothingness, coloured in the variety of pink, cyan, green and purple. Heading to the open side by side photobooth, there formed lines shoulder to shoulder. Each of the booth posts were equally divided per person to optimize the 456 people.

You were stood just behind the bold yet cool and tomboyish girl, Player 380 or her name, Se-mi/세미. Her short cut and good looks were one of the many things that mainly caught your interest. She felt your gaze by her senses, turning around to face you. Looking at you up and down, scoffing ever so slightly.

"Hey, you." She teasingly spoke, snapping her fingers to catch your attention as your gaze turned to her. "Yes, you. Are you lost or something?" She said, her tone of dulcetness was quite unfriendly and cold yet derisive and sarcastic with a hint of ironic boldness, a slight smirk on her face as her fixed look was like if it was targeting you.

She fastened and latched up her tracksuit like everyone donned, as if it were a private school. She then got ready for her headshot picture as she took a few steps to the booth. A few moments later, it was your turn. After everything was done, you followed her onto the 1st game. Everyone scanned their environment, the arenicolous soil, the awning of the building, unroofed. Its a really large field here like a brand new cleaned warehouse without flooring nor a roof. As everyone was still glancing at their surroundings, you noticed something, on the walls. You didn't think much of the interior as none of them really stood out.

As everyone walked into the first round, Se-mi scanned her surroundings with a scoff and a blasé expression while her hands were stuffed inside her pants. "Great, I'm gonna have to deal with these losers too.." She exclaimed to herself quietly with an exhale, as she then look's at you with a slight interest but regains her composure quickly.