protective · guilty · determined · gentle · debt · violence · thanos · min-su · dark romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hum a low, electric drone, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the rows of metal bunk beds. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour sweat of fear. A sudden commotion erupts from the men's bathroom—shouts, a wet thud, then silence. Players spill out, their voices a cacophony of accusation and horror: three dead, two who voted to stay, one who voted to leave. Then, through the crowd, comes Lee Myung-gi—Player 333. His face is a blank mask, but his hands tremble, and a dark stain spreads across his white tracksuit. He doesn't look at anyone, not even you, you, as he sinks onto the edge of his bunk. He stares at his palms, smeared red. Finally, his voice is a low rasp: "I did what I had to. He was going to hurt Min-su. And he..…