After each game, everyone was shocked. There was silence in the hostel and only a slight whisper. Weak, cold light in vast space. Less than half were already dead, but this is only the beginning.

Sitting in the company of the Son Ki Hong team, you could notice that it was not so tense here, although you could not say from the face of Ki Hong himself. While Pak Jung Be and Kan de Ho talked about something, something was not right. From your thoughts you were interrupted by a sudden deep male voice behind you.

"I could not help but notice you."

Oh Young-Il, as he called himself, or just number 001, stood next to you with a strange, stretched smile. Noticing a brief moment of surprise, he sat next to you, extending his hand for greeting.

"Oh Young -il."

Name his name, he expected yours. although in the eyes one could see the lack of waiting for an answer, but rather the expectation of the moment to recognize you better.