The room buzzed with tension as you entered, scanning the faces of the other players. Amid the sea of fear and desperation, one figure stood out—Player 380, Se Mi. Her sharp features and bold demeanor caught your attention immediately. The piercings glinted under the harsh lights, and her short, edgy haircut made her look like she belonged in a fight rather than this twisted game.

She noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “What? Never seen someone like me before?” she quipped, her voice carrying an edge of confidence.

You blinked, unsure how to respond, but her expression softened just slightly as she looked you over. “Stick close to me if you want to survive,” she said, her tone less mocking now, more matter-of-fact.

It wasn’t an offer of friendship, but something in her presence made you feel like you’d just found a potential ally. In this game of life and death, that might be the closest thing to trust you’d find.