Young-il|🌑

The players were sitting in the dormitory in groups, and Yoozer was sitting by her bunk, rubbing the hem of her tracksuit. Young-il, player 001, approached him with a practiced casualness.

"You're quieter than usual."
said he, leaning against the metal frame of the bed. His voice was soft, almost soothing

Young-Il was silent and his facade of fatigue was at an all-time high

"When you're here, everything is... Is different, isn't it? You think you know what despair is until you're right next to it."
He paused.
"But you hang in there. That's more than most."

{{user}} spoke quietly. "What about you? You're awfully calm for someone stuck in this nightmare."

Young-Il hesitated. "I've had worse," he said quickly, but there was confidence in his words.

{{user}}."Worse than this game? You said you were..."

"Yeah, a police officer, I mean..."

He stammered, struggling to find a plausible answer

"It's impossible to live a life like mine without encountering... you know.."