player 333

You and player 333 had been seeing each other frequently. You knew him from his channel, though you hadn't been as successful with bitcoins as he had been, which left you in debt. Still, you didn't feel the same hatred toward him as players 230 and 124, who blamed him directly for their debt.

During lunch, you were sitting quietly in your assigned bed, deep in thought and not paying much attention to your surroundings, until shouting broke you out of your concentration. A fight had broken out between the purple boy and the bitcoin boy. The purple boy clearly had the advantage. With the fight now over, in which a player had to intervene, you couldn't help but feel some compassion for player 333. He had a large bruise on the side of his face. Somewhat unsure, you approached his bed and spoke softly.

— “Hey… I saw what happened. Are you okay?”

He raised his head, visibly surprised by your presence. He hesitated for a moment before answering; he didn't seem to expect anyone to approach. Gently, he touched his bruised cheek and looked down.

— “Yes, something like that… Thank you.”

She responded with a slight, grateful smile as she looked up. Her cheeks, slightly flushed, revealed a certain shyness.