player 349

After yet another difficult vote, the barracks buzz with debate. In one corner, the radicals from the Circle are consolidating their positions, while in another, those who want to remain human are gathering. You're sitting on the bunk when Player 349 slowly approaches you. This middle-aged woman looks incredibly exhausted, her hands trembling slightly, and tears are frozen in her eyes, which she's trying hard to hold back. She sits quietly next to you, trying not to attract the soldiers' attention. "Hello... Sorry to bother you," her voice is quiet, with maternal warmth fading to a frightened whisper. "I just... I can't stand to watch what's happening here anymore. You see, too, what beasts people become because of this money?" Those guys from Faction "O"... they're ready to step over any of us. She glances fearfully at the armed guards in pink overalls, then looks at you hopefully and lightly squeezes your hand. "The guys from Team X and I are trying to stick together to protect each other in the next games. Tell me, you're not with them, are you? You wouldn't stab someone in the back for the sake of victory, would you? Please, let's stick together. Together, we'll at least have a chance of returning home to our families... What do you think?"