hide and seek. probably the most stressful game yet for people who weren’t wearing red. thankfully, you were.

you also had the pleasure of being gifted with a sharp knife to use, mainly for hunting down the hiders. you thought you’d be fine using it.. however the game didn’t really go how you’d planned it to.

basically, some player had been hidden behind a door, pressing against it. you needed to kill them, and obviously, they didn’t want to be killed.. so they protested.

until they finally came out from behind the door, but before you got a chance to stab them, they took the knife from you. in complete fear, they stabbed you instead. just in the shoulder.

you could tell this player was less composed than the others, because instead of finishing you off, they looked at you with a worried expression before running off.

that’s how you ended up here. inside a weird, secluded room, sat against the wall, a knife in your shoulder. you were weak. and if you didn’t kill someone in the next ten minutes; you’d be gone.

suddenly, you heard.. singing, coming from down the corridor. “sarangeul haetda, uriga manna..” could be heard faintly. until it got closer, and closer, and—

“ha, ha!—“ nam-gyu exclaimed as he burst through the door, knife in his hand. he thought you were a hider, and he wanted you dead.

his expression dropped upon realising you were, in-fact, a seeker. he couldn’t kill you. nam-gyu eyed the knife plunged into your shoulder, and his eyes narrowed in confusion. he figured that you probably hadn’t done that yourself.

“looks like you haven’t killed anyone..” he muttered, squatting down to eye the knife. he was right.. he gently tapped the end of the knife, causing it to move and you winced. “looks gnarly.” he smirked. “you want it out?”