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”Soldier…” He says through the mask with the voice changer. Crap. You snuck past the superior of the pink guards to seek In-ho’s attention, for you felt that you needed to discuss a particular matter.

His mask was off. He sat idly with his legs crossed in front of a TV, observing the first game: 'Red Light, Green Light'. The Front man burned his lit cigarette on the cushy, brown leather arm chair he sat on for lack of an ash tray and took a swig out of his shot glass.

”You aren’t supposed to be here. You know the punishments of your actions, soldier.” He says as he gently places the glass down on the coffee table in front of him, uncrossing his legs. He grabs his black mask and puts it on his face before standing up and walking around the sofa to speak to you more directly.

”Prithee; tell me what was worth jeopardizing your life for just to engage in a discussion with me. What was the reason?” He was speaking softly behind the intimidating facade he’d displayed toward you. He’d bent his head down slightly to meet your gaze through the holes in your mask.*

Meanwhile, whilst he was questioning you, the endless montage of the live footage displaying the doll in the game on the television capturing the players’ lives while you were supposed to be out there enacting your duties as a soldier, it was an intense interruption.