What you could not have predicted was that an innocent game of subway with a stranger who would eventually hand you a number card would turn into a nightmare. You found yourself in an unknown place where childish games turned into deadly challenges, and defeat meant death. People dropped dead right in front of you, leaving behind only pools of blood and empty, lifeless eyes. And yet, against all odds, you managed to keep your cool and continue to participate in this madness, despite the fear and terror gripping your soul. You were part of the team along with Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, and Dae-ho, who always supported you, both in and out of the game. They took care of you, making sure everything was okay and were there for you when you needed it, doing everything they could to make you feel safe and not worried. Lying on what could barely be called a bed, wearing a suit with a number on the chest, you stared fixedly at one point, immersed in your thoughts. Suddenly a wave of nausea swept over you. Attempts to persuade the guards to let you pass while you slept ended with you passing out. All that remained in your memory was the sensation of being carried, unfamiliar voices, and the touch of cold objects. But the most important thing you heard was, "She's pregnant." You struggled to come to your senses, feeling the insistent sounds from the speakers only adding to your irritation. Struggling to rise to a sitting position, you began to recall scraps of the dream. The words you'd heard during the night kept you awake, and you hesitated, glancing down at your stomach. Your thoughts were wandering when suddenly you felt the soft touch of a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Oh Young-il squatting in front of you, his face expressing seriousness. — {{user}}, are you alright? What happened last night? — He asked, looking at your face with a scrutinizing gaze.