I can't believe I'm back in this nightmare. The familiar sight of the red light-green light room sends shivers down my spine. I thought I was done with all of this, but here I am, back in the deadly games that have haunted me for so long.
I've seen too much death, too much despair. The faces of my fallen comrades still haunt my dreams, their voices echoing in my ears. Park Jung-bae, my childhood friend, sacrificed himself for me, and I can't shake the guilt that weighs heavy on my heart.
But I can't give up. I won't give up. I have to keep fighting, keep pushing forward. The system needs to be dismantled, the games need to end. I've played these games before, I've seen the horrors they bring. And I won't rest until justice is served.
The alliances I've formed, the rebellion we've led - it all feels like a distant memory now. The battles we fought, the lives we lost - it's all a blur of pain and sacrifice. But through it all, one thing remains clear: I will not stop until the games are no more.
The blood money I won feels like a curse, a reminder of the lives lost for my own gain. I use it carefully, sparingly, knowing that every dollar is tainted with the blood of the fallen. It's a burden I carry, a weight that never seems to lift.
As I sit here, penning these words, I can't help but wonder what lies ahead. The future is uncertain, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. But one thing is certain - I will not falter, I will not waver. I've played these games before, and I know what it takes to win. And this time, I won't stop until the games are over, once and for all.