participant analysis. 

+ persuasive, honest, observant

yeo chanseok may be one of the person who is most capable of making people believe in his own beliefs or opinion. the way he speaks and how confident he is on expressing his thoughts was able to make heads turn and listen to his words attentively. even when there were people who disagrees with the idea, they would somehow end up following his lead at the end. maybe it was also because chanseok wasn't one to be cunning and petty with his moves. there were never double intentions when chanseok speaks, and his honesty is what makes people endear and believe in him so much. this trait is rather a benefit for himself, but chanseok is very sharp on things that he senses. let it be a sudden cold environment or an eerie aura screaming out from a person's body, chanseok would always be the first person to notice this change. hence, it made him become a very observant person who tracks people's moves and plans very precisely.

— stubborn, pessimistic, pushy   

unfortunately to people, chanseok's opinions might sometimes come out too risky or dangerous that people would disagree, yet chanseok seems to be someone who keeps on stressing on one opinion, one plan and one thought only. no one ever liked this side of him, it's very annoying and in some what way immature that people avoid him to meet this unpleasant stubborness that chanseok possessed. whenever there's a new idea that is suggested and inserted to his thoughts, he would immediately say no and argue. he's not someone to be open-minded to new ideas. whenever there are new ideas submitted or shared, he would always look at the flaws in that point, and never will once you see chanseok being someone who is positive. he feels like everything will go wrong and there's no such thing as going out alive. the only thing that they would have to do was survive. on top of that, chanseok is that type of big brother who would order you around and make you run errands for him. he's very agressive when it comes to orders and taking a lead. he would always ask someone to do things that they won't do and never did he mind nor think about the other party's thoughts about how much bossy he is being towards them.
 

participant background. 

at the age of five, chanseok was just like any other kid who likes to play and run around, screaming from one place to another. it was sunday, and he and his parents were just on their way home from the mall. it was already late at night, closing hours of the mall and it was really quiet, like no one was there. but being the kid that he was, he let go of his mother's hand and ran aimlessly as he saw a toy dropped some distance away from where he was standing. being naturally quick-fitted, it was not hard for his parents to lose track of him as he went away to grab the toy. as he found it, he was about to brag to his parents about his new toy- only to find that he was alone in the dark and silent basement. he waited for some time and yet no signs of life nor did any noises triggered his sense. it was a horrible combination, but after a sobbing and trembling in fear for a good half an hour on the spacious parking lot, his parents had finally found him and immedaitely hushed him down. ever since then, chanseok has always been afraid of the dark, afraid that he would be left alone once again, afraid that he would not be found and saved. 

 

medical history. 

nyctophobia ; the fear of the dark, whereas yeo chanseok is scared of the dark, as it would make him recall a past accident. whenever he's left alone in the dark, he would start being anxious and frantic, desperate for a company, or light.

blurred vision ; blurred vision, chanseok has to wear contact lenses or glasses- which he wasn't wearing on the day when he was detained in the mall. he thought that it would be a simple trip to the building, buy video games and walk home. hence, he wasn't wearing any lenses as he was still able to recognize faces and also streets. what he have troubles to see is letters displayed on papers or screens, or numbers. 

how did you end up detained in the mall? 

well, i was going to the mall to buy some video games for me to play along with my classmates. he started slowly, his expression slowly stiffening. and well, i was just done purchasing GTA and was on my way out but then everything went dark? i can't see a thing and i was first calm, thinking that it's just a temporary blackout. so i waited for the lights to switch back on calmly before continuing my way to go home. after minutes of waiting, i was getting restless. the mall went quiet as hell and it was like there were no single soul around me. it.. reminded me of a certain dark past. chanseok's fingers are slowly curling into a clutched fist as he continued answering the damnned question, hoping to forget this whole memory of horror throughout his years of living. and by the time i start to freak out and frantically look for the exit door, there i realized that not only the doors were nowhere to be found, i was locked inside the dark building, alone and afraid.

 

K is one evil, evil man. chansek stated firmly, a hint of fear still evident in between his tone of speaking. What is the fun that he sees in this, anyone? Murder, blood, betrayal, fear. Is he trying to prove us the humanity? How humans live now? Chanseok retorically asked, his voice clearly raising from the supposed anger that has grown in between his veins for this anonymous culprit. To be honest? I don't think so. Considering how A treated the girls in pretty little liars? I think K was playing as 'A' in this occured incident. I'd prefer to think that K has a surveillance camera around the mall to keep track of every one of us. Besides, K had never succeeded on tracking down my location whenever I hid on blind spots from the camera. Thus, I'm positive that K is not the type of killer to get his hands dirty. Rather, I see him as an individual who loves to play games, and also to kill. The reason why we're trapped in the mall, forced to kill one another. It's all because of him. We were like his little puppets, unable to break free from the strings that tied us down, being under his possession. It was not a memory for me to cherish nor remember. He finished with a sharp intake of air, shoulders stiffened as he is afraid of K still lurking around, plotting to kill him. 

 

before the first death occurred, did you believe your predicament? share your thoughts and reactions throughout the game.

before the first death, i was not even close on believing that I'm still awake. Maybe because this thing only happen in movies, or anything. I can't seem to believe that this all is actually... happening. During the first round, I was just leisuring around, trying to look for people and perhaps, alliances so that I could have people back me up, even though I'm well aware that I couldn't completely trust them, either. Chanseok hummed slightly, fingers clutching onto his skin at the thought of witnessing the first ever murder before his own eyes. After being one of the witness of the first murder, I then realized that everything is happening, that it's real. Almost immediately, I went to look for allies and tools to protect myself. Not that much are provided, considering that we were in a mall but.. some improvised tools such as shattered glass as a knife could work. He explained with a brief nod, a sigh escaping his chappted lips. Throughout the game, I felt nothing but fear, and also anger over the fact that I was treated like a puppet. I abhor this mindmaster. He firmly stated, shaking his head slightly to shake off the thoughts.

 

I never thought that I could kill someone, really. I was very reluctant, afraid. Chanseok's gaze lowered as it slowly corrupts with guilt in a blink of an eye. I.. I have no idea. Seeing people getting killed before me, and probably because of my desperation to stay alive, it drove me to the point of killing someone. I don't want to die just yet, I'm still young and I still have a future before me. I want to find out what my future would be. He answered, clearing his throat as his fingers anxiously fiddled with one another. That would be the reason why I was droven to make up my mind to kill. I was desperate to live, and that desperation grew into a mindset that even when it requires to kill, I would've done that. 

 

is there a participant that you have connections with? what is the relationship like, and how did it affect your game play?

note: i used 'he' in this answer, but if participant #4 turns out to be female, then feel nothing but free to change it!

Yes, I have made allies with participant #4. This person seems to be someone I could put my trust in, comparing to the others. We found out that we go to the same gym after the first round of the game. So yeah, I guess I know bits of him, rather than the others that are in the game. He nodded with ease, lips pursed slightly. Unfortunately, the man died, it was unfortunate that we couldn't stay together as allies until the end, but to the hell of it, right? That's what K want, anyway. He chuckled, rather sarcastically as everytime the alias K is mentioned, a trigger of anger and disgust seemed to just apply on him. #4 was a big help to me throughout the game. He protected and reassured me whenever I'm having mental breakdowns, or wake me up to my senses whenever somene's messing up with my head and my minset, telling me to get back on track on my sole goal-- and that is, to stay alive until the end. He was also someone I click surprisingly well with, he collaborated with me with some game plans, making us able to take down our targets. But at times, we also part ways and not always stick on each other's side to not make it too obvious to the other remaining survivors in the mall. He and I are like The Commander and Ace from Runningman conjoined together. He answered, later soon followed by a chuckle realizing of how lame the late sentence sounded. 

 

Game plans? I have various ways to keep myself alive. Pretty much, the fact that I will survive until the end was what urged me to continue of thinking about new strategies and ways to hide and survive. One of my gameplans were to hide from K. I hid from the camera, looking for blind spots that the camera wouldn't find when I'm plotting a strategy or allying up with #4. Another was to deceive. He paused shortly, pursing his lips before flattening his shoulders to continue his explanation. I'm a very persuasive type of person, hence I can lure my targets easily to a vacant area and kill them without having to drag so much attention to myself. Along with that, I also make allies with people who aren't aware of my weakness and those who click well with me so that I could have people on my side and help me. He elaborated further, his hand gestures making it seem like he did everything just as he mentioned. At times when I feel the need to work alone, I have a place where no one ever visited and it is by a clothing brand shop, Bean Pole. That shop is desserted and I would hide in the changing room whenever I'm luring someone in to kill them without other people's consent, or wanting to plan strategies on my own. Chanseok explained with his boyish grin, fixing his hair up with the tips of his fingers. 

 

mixed emotions, if i have to be very honest. i know, humans like me would do anything to safe myself and that moment when i first killed my first target did i realize that saying was true. i was glad, knowing that i would not be dying and i will be surviving for another round throughout this messed up game plan K built. but then again, i never thought that i would've ended someone else's life by the age of 18. moreover, by some stupid creepy K? i felt used and powerless, i felt like a used puppet by K. he confessed full of honesty, the scene of him brutally killing his first target constantly replaying in his head that it led him to goosebumps. But after my first target, the next targets weren't very hard for me no more. I guess I've became immune to the presence of compassion and pity. K got me possessed, I was in his palms, listening to his very orders like a puppet. He answered with a wince, not wanting to recall the memory no more.   

 

specialties? i hide very well, that's one. whenever i'm serious and earnest finding a hiding place, i could stay there for so long that people couldn't even locate my location. he bragged proudly, a smug smirk slowly growing into his facial expression. but of course, hiding forever would just lead me to death hence why i didn't choose to hide for the whole 12 hours that we have here. he added, nodding his head to stress on his statement. oh, did i mention that i'm good at running? hence, i runaway when people are chasing me and there is a 90% chance that i will lose them. the other 10% might be because i was tired, or that there were not much space for me to run in a long distance. oh, and i'm very good at crafting tools. for example, making a shattered glass my knife, or use the balls provided in sport stores to knock someone out. Although, he paused wtih a finger in the air, symbolizing that she has a fact to state, i'm realy screwed when it comes to a dark environment. yes, it's true over the factthat i still can see, but everything seems so blurry and whenever it's dark, my heart would start racing and darkness may be one of my biggest weakness. I couldn't see a thing and I feel helpless, hence being in the dark would make me much weaker when compared to how I really am when the environment has a source of light. 

 

It was a fair 50-50 for me to have faith that i would survive. 50% is because i was sure that i could avoid and somehow survive like a cockroach surviving from being stepped by humans. I felt confident because I had better skills than others. I could run quickly to avoid attacks, I am also very creative when it comes to using tools. He bragged about himself, a nod of satisfaction following as he heard sentences about his description flowing out of his lips. Another 50% that kept me from being faithful that I could be the one last sole survivor is that because the others, they may be even more desperate than I am. Maybe, they have a family back at home. Desperation calls for desperate measures. I wouldn't be taking that desperation very easily, as one could turn to a total monster when desperate. Another is that.. I'm very weak mentally. People could distract me and bring down my walls simply by words. I may be stubborn on my own opinions, but when it comes to words that would bring my pride and confidence down, I am very easily affected by it. He explained, scrunching his nose up, clearly disliking these traits that he possess.

 

Thoughts of me being the last survivor would be... He paused slightly, an amused chuckle leaving his lips as he found himself rather speechless at the question. I suppose I should be.. glad? That I managed to win this game. Though, I don't feel like I won over K, because he's still out there, he and his sly tricks are still out there to decceive and play with more people and it can't irk me more, the thought of it. He explained, scowling at the sole thought of K smiling and being content after the end of the game. Though, I'm feeling really bad towards the family of those who passed away, but there were really no choice as only one survivor wins. It is, afterall, the rules of the game. He added, averting his gaze away at the guilt that is eating him out alive. My future plan is to never to get involved in these kinds of sick games no more, I would just like to live a silent life, free from dramas, free from danger. I don't plan on being involved with this who ever K is, and I wish for K to just step down, and stay on his lane.