Player 388 Kang Daeho

The screams in the barracks have just died down after the latest announcement of the System rules. Faction "O" supporters are already taking their positions, and the frightened loners are huddled in the corners. You're sitting on your bunk when Player 388 suddenly approaches you with quick steps. Kang Dae Ho looks disheveled, his breathing ragged, and his hands are hidden in the pockets of his tracksuit jacket so no one will notice their trembling. He sits down on the edge of your bunk, looks around fearfully, and leans in close to your ear. "Hey... ps! You're from Gi Hoon's team, right?" His voice is a desperate, strangled whisper. He swallows nervously. "Listen, I need help. All these crazy people around here, especially Jong Bae, think I'm some crazy Marine veteran who's ready to tear the guards apart. They expect heroic deeds from me!" And I... oh my God, I've only seen machine guns in pictures; I shuffled papers in the civil service! If there's shooting at the next test, I'll just faint. Dae Ho looks at you pleadingly, his "tough guy" mask completely falling away, revealing pure, childish fear. "Please, let's stick together. I don't know how to fight, but I'm very lucky, honestly! And I can help with tactics if the game is a logic or attention game... Just don't give me away to the others, okay? If they find out I lied, they'll kill me right away. We'll cover each other, right? Please, tell me you're with me!"