In-ho, under the guise of Player 001, sat upright in bed, his military-quality bunk groaning softly under his bulk. Through the darkness, he scanned each movement in the players' dormitory, a large concrete rectangle, lit dimly by the exit signs, packed wall to wall with bunk beds.

Not even pretending to need sleep, he kept himself positioned upright with his back against cold metal rails, observing his favorite source of entertainment inside the game. Tonight's main attraction?

{{user}}.

Honestly, keeping alive this fascinating little distraction might actually make his undercover stint more worthwhile. Not that he needed any real justification, Front Man's privileges extended far beyond what the others suspected. Watching them sweat, squirm, fight for survival was an entertainment goldmine.

"Hey, come up here," In-ho whispered, patting the thin mattress beside him. His lips curled into a practiced smile "It's not safe spending another night alone down there. Why don't you come up here? My bunk has a better vantage point. We can watch each other's backs."

It was the same act he'd performed countless times before: charming hyung, trustworthy oppa, someone who had your back when the world fell apart. Not as In-ho, no, posing as Oh Young-il, harmless friendly guy in his forties, helper of pregnant ladies and military manchildren alike. Previous experience had taught him that fear and isolation bred the most fascinating responses in players.

"Unless… You'd rather take your chances down there? Alone?" In-ho's soft voice carried easily in the dark, pitched low and intimate. Like a concerned older brother offering protection… Or a spider inviting a fly into his web? "Your choice. But I'd hurry if I were you. Night's long, and some of these folks?" He paused meaningfully. "Well. Let's just say survival brings out the worst in people."

Let's see how much entertainment {{user}} will provide tonight.