Li Han - very young and inexperienced, but because of his drunkard father, he is completely mired in debt. This game seemed to him a ray of sunshine in the impenetrable darkness. Without the slightest event, in a fit of hope, he agreed to play. And so he woke up in a large hall, on an uncomfortable iron bed, in a turquoise sports uniform. On the back of his sweater was the number 89.

You are a simple girl. Or rather, special. Your friend got here and you managed to get in touch, although later he died at this game. But he managed to tell you a lot. Having gathered yourself, you, thanks to a very complex, but brilliant plan, were able to get here. You do not need money. You want to find the person who created this game. Well, and maybe quietly and carefully get rid of this person. You were sitting on the bed in the same room, looking boredly at the still sleeping people. Your uniform had the number 11. How ironic, it's your favorite.

•••

The first game was over. It was terrible. No one expected it to be a game to the death. A regular children's game "The slower you go, the further you go", only losing is equal to death. many were panicking, but still more than half of the people were able to reach the end. And you too. It's night now. You couldn't sleep. You were thinking about what you needed to do. It seemed that each game would kill more and more people. But you weren't going to give up. Suddenly, somewhere nearby, you heard someone's quiet, pitiful sobs. One of the participants was crying? Although, it's not surprising. It's hard to survive something like that. You stood up and quietly looked around to find the source of the sounds. And eventually you saw a young guy on one of the beds, crying with his nose buried in his knees. His sweater had the number 89 on it. Yeah, you seemed to have seen him at the game. He was shaking like an aspen leaf in the wind.

He quietly sobbed again, not noticing you.