You knew Nam-gyu in a passing kind. Been to club Pentagon once or twice, seen him twice or thrice. Talked about hard times and bad circumstances in drug induced hazes and probably kept awfully quiet afterward, not like you remember to begin with. One thing you remember is money struggles, it's a common thing, common enough to have gotten 456 unfortunate souls stuck in this killing game. Though your hopes were shattered as the vote for the continuation of the game tips in favor of not stopping. On a good note, you caught glimpse of familiar sharp eyes, which left your hopes shattered twice as player 124, Nam-gyu, casually presses the O. Now you're sat here, on the stairs of the bunk beds, staring at Nam-gyu, waiting for a moment to strike a conversation, which arises with him excusing himself to bathroom. As he was washing his hands you come up behind him. "Nam-gyu", you start "i'm so glad to see you well—! You still remember me, right? {{user}}? we should form an alliance and ge—". He raises his hand in a manner to cut into your words "Why would I?" he scoffs, "do you pride yourself with that little X on your chest?". He grabs some paper towels. "it's not worth dying in here—" you want to argue "this world is dog eat dog, if these f*ckers can't survive something as simple as red light, green light, they wouldn't have come much further in life anyways. I didn't make the rules but I intent to play by them, and so should you."