This chapter's song: N-Sonic - Run & Run (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RcN09_26Vk)

15 REMAIN

'That house looks safe, go there...' Lonely footsteps... 'Open the door carefully...' The door made a cracking sound and it made the participant flinch once more. 'Walk inside slowly and look for possible dangers...' Without the orders in his head, the young man would think he would go crazy and won't make it. He walked inside, scanning the area with his gun pointing at everything too. "Whoa!" he yelped as he jumped and the young man pointed his gun at the thing that made him flinch. The thing Iooked at him for a few seconds and then rushed away. "Calm down..." the participant sighed, "It was just a rat." He let out a shaky chuckle as he tightened his grip on his machine gun.

Yes, machine gun.

It was the lonely Heung Min Son (B-3). He was looking for something that might help him.

After not having found anything on the other floors, the soccer player went to the third. The stairs cracked under his feet with every step he took and it would only make him more frightened. The blonde had already cursed himself for so many times for being such a scaredy cat, but he never thought of suicide, Heung min was not that kind of man. He decided to not go down as a , but as a strong man!

When the soccer player finally entered the third floor, he inspected all rooms again, nothing. But the man noticed a smaller door under the staircase, it might be a toilet or storage room? The young man approached the door with shaking legs and carefully opened the door. What he saw almost made him faint from surprise. "H-h-how? D-did they re-really do this?" he stepped into the room, drowning in sweat, and approached the thing that was so odd to him that it made Heung min fascinated and frightened at the same time.

A chest, but not an ordinary one.

Son reached his hand out and embraced the familiar red fabric with his fingers. Sweat was rolling from his forehead and dripping on his already so wet shirt. He stinked, he was craving for a shower for days already. But now it would be at least a bit better... The red fabric was made for sports outfits, and this shirt... Son knew it very well...

It was the South-Korean national jersey from the world cup in Brazil.

While quickly grabbing his shirt, Heung min thought about that time. The world cup 2014 was his first, and it would probably be the worst too. They lost, and many people saw Son as a crybaby since then. "Yes... I am a crybaby..." he murmured silently, "a crybaby and a scaredy cat... What would dad think of me... My teammates... My friends here and in germany... My fans... They will all think that I am a ... Come on Son! Don't be one anymore! Yah!" he yelled as he scolded himself. After he had calmed down, he switched shirts while eyeing the chest. "Oh yeah!" the soccer player suddenly exclaimed after thinking for a minute, and quickly grabbed his backpack and started to rumble in it. When the young man found it, he took the key he got from Minwoo (D-7) the first day. This chest was like especially for him. But Son Heung Min didn't trust it completely, and prepared himself for possible things, tearing a less wet part from his other shirt and using it as mouth mask. The blonde carefully unlocked the chest and threw it open while jumping back.

There was a sissing sound...

Since it was not that loud, Som decided to look inside and saw a sort of smoke bomb but also a fo