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    STEPPING OUT INTO A LARGE AND
rather dusty courtyard, (Y/n) squinted around due to suddenly being exposed to sunlight after being inside for so long, noticing immediately that they were still surrounded by walls even though they were painted to look like the outside scenery.

"Sang-woo!" A voice shouted, the girl turning to see player 456 running toward the man—player 218–who had been in line behind her.

So handsome guy's name is Sang-woo, huh?

Too bad he's probably a dick.

Tuning out the rest of the their conversation, she stepped away a bit from the crowd to observe the arena of the first game, noticing slots in all of the walls except the one with the three doors that she and everyone else had just exited out from. When she saw that, her breathing quickened and her heart started to hammer against her chest, eyes widening with her lips trembling.

No one knew what the slots meant, but she did.

They meant guns.

Death.

Screaming.

She gave a disbelieving laugh at that, shaking her head when knowing that she still hadn't escaped the cruelty of people who were willing to kill other people for greed.

Forcing her body to stop trembling, she then looked all the way to the other side of the courtyard, tilting her head when seeing a large animatronic doll in resemblance to that of a young girl complete with pigtails and a yellow and orange dress that showed off knee high white socks. Next to the doll stood two of the circle-masked guards, their hands at their sides and their stances tense, as if they were waiting for something to happen.

It's likely we have to cross this courtyard to get over there...

So we're running...

And thinking back to that password we had to use to actually get into the games... it's likely that we're playing Red light, Green light...