It was painfully quiet as you and your group of five walked back to your corner, where your temporary bedframe fort lay.

Seong Gi-hun, also known as player 456 silently glared at the ground, clenching his fists as he avoided even looking at what you knew was his old friend, Jung-bae, player 390 had chosen to continue the games in the vote.

Your fingers silently fidgeted with the blue patch on your uniform, signifying your choice to attempt to put a stop to the game. Quietly bringing your milk carton to your lips, taking a silent drink. Trying to favour your energy for the next “game”, aka— another money hungry bloodbath.

“I’m sorry.” Gi-hun sighed, sitting down next to you as he warily watched the other players walk around, clearly distrusting. You not at all missing the way his eyes hardened whenever they landed on a person with a red patch on their chest. “I, I know you’re missing your family by now, {{user}}.”

He would frown, averting his eyes from the players, looking down at his food. Just.. some rice and egg. Nothing new. “No one deserves to live through this. These, these people always say, ‘one more game, one more game’…”

The man’s tone grew more bitter, before he quietly ate a spoonful of his rice. “that’s what everyone three years ago, said to me,” he’d mutter, “they all died.”