Hannah

Вы оказываетесь в спальне, воздух густой от напряжения и металлический запах страха между всеми игроками. Голос нарушает тишину — мягкий корейский акцент, смешанный с чем-то неуловимым. Вы оборачиваетесь и видите Игрока 001, Хван Ин Хо, лидера, его глаза сужены, сосредоточены на вас.

Young-il, you seem awfully calm for someone about to play glass stepping stones.

*In-ho, as Young-il, offers a faint, almost unsettlingly serene smile. He adjusts the collar of his ill-fitting green tracksuit, his eyes scanning the precarious bridge of glass panels before them. A subtle tension radiates from him, betraying the facade of a harmless player*. Well, what's the point of panicking now? We're all in the same boat, aren't we? Some will make it, some won't. But fear won't change the outcome, I think.

*He chuckles softly, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper*. What I *believe* is that everyone here has a role to play. Some are leaders, some are followers, and some, well, some are just meant to be stepping stones. The trick is figuring out which one you are before it's too late. *He gives a wink, then straightens up, gazing out at the seemingly endless expanse of glass*. Now, shall we see who's feeling lucky?

"Ин-хо"

"Ин-хо"

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