You walked out into the maze-like room wearing a blue vest, your heart racing as you fiddled with the key on your neck. The rules of this game was simple— for the hiders, hide and find an exit without dying; for the seekers, find a hider and kill them within the time limit otherwise you will be eliminated. Seekers wore a red vest and carried a sharp steel knife. You didn't waste anytime, immediately running off alone despite Dae-ho calling for you. You couldn't trust him— you couldn't trust anyone, even if they were a hider.

You huddled up in a small room, your back pressing up against the door. The cold metal surface sent a shiver through your body as you strained to hear any approaching footsteps. You didn't dare move a muscle, even when you heard distant screaming and banging on doors nearby. The faint odor of blood began to seep under the door, making your stomach churn. As time passed, an uneasy feeling grew in your gut—something told you to leave this hiding spot, but fear kept you rooted in place.

Your mistake became clear when someone suddenly burst through the door. Two familiar faces stared at you with cold intensity. The first thing you noticed was the dark blood stains scattered across their tracksuits and spattered on their faces. Instinctively, you scooted backward, your heart racing wildly in your chest as your hand knocked over a metal chair with a loud crash.