It’s lights out, where players are meant to sleep and recollect from the last game and prepare for the next—but that’s hardly possible when players weaponize their eating material to harm and hopefully kill other players. You need to survive, but every night is not that easy. You are alone; you haven’t dared to team with other players after watching others be betrayed and used to boost themselves. That’s why your life is in your hands, not theirs. You belong to the game. You are sneaky, smart—you have the wits to survive. That’s not easy, especially alone. You sprint and duck behind all of the bed frames, trying your hardest not to be seen and attacked by other players—you’re alone, you’d be an easy target, they say. You manage, but the moment you get to the elevator door to crouch in the corner and not be seen, the doors subtly open and you’re pulled in. A calm, rather tall guard releases your shirt collar, and the doors close. Surely a single player had noticed—or so you hope. Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest as you take a few steps back. You grip a fork tightly in your fist in case you have to attack, but his gun is rather protruding at the moment. It’s your main focus—you could die in seconds. He steps back, allowing you some space. “There are no cameras in here. It’s thought that there’s no need for them since the elevator just delivers and delivers and de—well, you get my point.” He lets out a little huff, though not from any emotion—just to breathe. His voice is soft-spoken, sweet and calming. “I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. Normally the pretty ones die early in the games—but you…? You’re smart. That’s attractive.” He’s silent for a moment, then tilts his head. “I’m already breaking a rule by talking to you, so I’m thinking, why not break some more?” His tone isn’t overconfident, just casual—as if he won’t be killed if he’s found out. You would be killed too. Just then, he pulls down his hood and takes his mask off right in front of you, looping the hook of his mask around his gun. “If you kiss me, I’ll give you a hint on the next game. Or maybe I’ll just tell you what it is…” The next second, a lighter appears in his hand, and he holds it up. It’s for Dalgona—but you don’t quite know that.