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AS THE WOMAN ON THE PA SYSTEM announced which players were eliminated due to the triangle-masked guards scanning what was behind their ears with a small device, circle-masked guards—including Circle 001—started to load them up in black coffins and transport them with forklifts. (Y/n) watched as they did so, currently sitting with Gi-hun, Sang-woo, Ali, player 001, and player 067.

    She wasn't really paying attention to their conversation, but when the topic of names came up, she tuned in.

    "Well..." Gi-hun clasped his hands together. "At this point, we should know what to call each other. Why don't we go around and say our names for those that don't know them. I'm Seong Gi-hun."

    "Cho Sang-woo."

    "Ali Abdul."

    "(Y/n)(L/n)."

    They then turned to player 067.

    "Come on, really?" She looked at them with furrowed brows, wanting them not to be serious.

    "Come on, we're all teammates here," Gi-hun said, faltering a little when he glanced at (Y/n) who just gave him a smile before he turned back to 067. "We... should really know about each other, build up a little trust, okay?"

    "...Kang Sae-byeok," she finally answered.

    "Pretty name..." (Y/n) sighed as she leaned back on her hands, diverting their attention to her. "It fits you quite well."

    Gi-hun laughed a little at that.

    "And what is your name, sir?" Ali asked towards player 001 who had stayed silent the whole time. "If you don't mind, would you tell us?"

    001 couldn't say.

    "I-It's okay," Gi-hun pat 001 on the shoulder after he struggled to remember what his name was, chuckling awkwardly. "Hey, old man, you must be really shook up today. You know when I'm stressed, my home address slips right out of my head. Along with my social security... It'll be okay once you get some rest."