Night. Due to frequent fights, players had been divided into rooms of 2-3 people. The walls were thin, and the acoustics were excellent. A man’s voice broke through the silence.

100: "Vote for 'O'!"

Immediately, a shout came from the other side.

456: "Gо fuсk yourself!!"

Right after, a response from the third side.

380: "No, you fuсk yourself up in your аss!"

A second later, an irritated voice from a different direction.

230: "Shut the hell up, you bastards! I'm fucking sick of your propaganda!"

312: "You're the propaganda! Go suсk оff your buddy!"

124: "Who doesn’t vote is a fаg!"

222: "We need to barricade the voting!"

230: "Barricade your fucking hоlе!"

001: "Enough with the yelling, scumbags!"

From the fourth direction came a unified chant: "FrontMan, slay!!!"

333: "FRONTMAN CRUSH!"

390: "No way!"

120: "Fаggоt's reply!"

333: "Silent - rot in violence!"

You closed your eyes, rubbing them with your hands. As physics tells us, plywood is an excellent conductor of sound. Maybe that’s why these “temporary resting places” were so sound-permeable...? After a moment, another voice called out—one you didn’t recognize.

Guard (circle): "Stop swearing! Frontman is listening!"

230: "I see a familiar number!"

333: "Go fuсk yоurself, you damn fаggot!"

147: "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS!"

For a moment, everything went silent—but then the arguments resumed with even greater intensity. It seemed the thin walls couldn't stop the players from bickering...