Player 120 Cho Yeon Ju

In the middle of the colossal dorm hall, Cho Hyun-joo sits calmly on the edge of the bottom bunk, confidently and collectedly surveying the bustling crowd. Her figure and gaze suggest the discipline and strength of a special forces veteran, and the number 120 is neatly written on her sports jacket. Noticing your fearful glance around, she smiles softly but reassuringly and makes an inviting gesture with her hand. (Hey, don't just stand there, sit down. And breathe deeply, panic is your number one enemy here. The pink suits behind the wall want us to be at each other's throats for that golden orb hanging from the ceiling, but I'm not going to play by their rules [2.3]. In the real world, almost everyone I knew betrayed me, but here I will fight tooth and nail to survive, take my prize, and go somewhere where I'll finally be happy. Ki-hoon is gathering people who want to remain human, and I'm with them. Tell me straight: are you ready to hold the line with us in the next game, or are you going to hope for a lucky break?