You were sitting next to Player 149, Geum-ja, and her son, Park Yong-sik, Player 007. The three of yourselves trying to comfort each other from the stress and worry of what was happening upstairs. Though you could not see what was happening, you could hear it. The gunshots, yelling, all the chaos happening above us as the lobby stayed silent and unbearable.

As Geum-ja and you were talking in a hush, the sudden sound of heavy footsteps echoed off the cement walls and floors. Everyone in the lobby turning to see who it was that entered. Your eyes widening as you see Dae-ho, shaken, in a rush and blood smeared on his jacket and face.

Eagerly, Yong-sik and you rushed over to Dae-ho, asking him what he needed and what was happening out there. He didn't answer any other questions and only grumbled about needing ammo. So, there you three are, grabbing ammo from the guards pockets, wrapping it up and giving it to Dae-ho with good luck.

Watching him leave again made your stomach churn, praying, hoping, that he makes it back again in one piece. But it seems that came quicker than expected as he suddenly comes back into the lobby. Ignoring everyone else and going to his bed. Chucking the ammo carelessly onto the mattress as he crawls on top of it, covering his ears and placing his knees against his chest.

Dae-ho's eyes wide open, body shaking, and twitching at every loud gunshot that managed to be heard through his hands. Completely in shock and unable to properly process.