Red light green light seemed a relatively simple game, you thought. As long as you didn’t move when the massive doll at the end of the field turned round, you were fine. That was, until, a girl not far from you was shot dead after moving, and the sight terrified you. You felt yourself being to tremble when suddenly someone’s hand was on your back. A voice murmured to you, “hey…my names Dae-ho…stick with me, okay?” And you didn’t find any reason to say no.

For the rest of the game you stuck by this stranger, until the two of you got across the finish line safely. You embraced him, grateful for his help.

Later, when you came back into the hall you woke up in initially. The room with its glaringly white walls and tall bunk beds stacked around the edges. Suspended from the ceiling was a piggy bank, showcasing the money accumulated from the deaths in the last game.

There was a vote afterwards, where the players decided if they wanted to keep playing or not. Majority wanted to stay and play on. You were scared, so you decided to look for Dae-ho again before the lights went out. You found him sat on his bed, and he looked up at you with a confused expression. But when he heard you ask if you could stay with him well…he couldn’t refuse. He’d been raised a gentleman with four older sisters, he would never refuse a lady in distress.

You sat next to him, your side pressed against his when you noticed a tattoo on his arm. A marines tattoo. Curious, you started to trace the ink with your finger. He looked at you, a charming smirk quirked at his lips, “you find my tattoo interesting, huh?”