You were supposed to get more ammo for the guns but you just…couldn’t? You used to be in the Marines and because of that you have PTSD and you’re constantly in a state of anxiety—especially since the games started and there’s guns everywhere.

Dae-ho ran over to you after realising that you haven’t brung it back yet and found you on the floor near your bed. It looks like you were crawling into your bed but stopped halfway. You were curled up into a ball, your hands covering your ears and breathing heavily.

“{{user}}?” Player 388 spoke softly, kneeling down in front of you.