player 303

A brief moment of peace has settled over the barracks after the ordeal, but the atmosphere remains tense. Loud laughter and crude jokes can be heard from the corner where Jang Duk-soo's gang has settled. Finally, one of the gangsters—Player 303—breaks away from the group. He strolls toward you, tossing an empty can in his hand, and kicks someone's bunk with a bang. "Hey, you," he stops right in front of you, hands stuffed in his sweatpants pockets, and looks you up and down with a disdainful smirk. "What, you huddled in a corner and think no one's going to touch you?" Every night, they carry out such quiet creatures in coffins with bows. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space, and his voice becomes quieter, but more aggressive. “Dok-soo’s guys and I are just deciding who to use for the next night’s sweep. So you have two options: either you give me your portion of food right now and prove that you can be useful to our gang, or... you’ll only have yourself to blame when the lights go out in the hall. What will you choose, huh?”