The group sat in a loose circle, legs crossed on the cold floor of the dormitory. Metal trays scraped faintly as they ate in silence, until Gi-hun cracked a joke about one of the games, lightening the air just a little. Names had started to go around. Just to get to know each other.

Sang-woo hadn’t said much — not until the silence fell again. His gaze, calm but inquisitive, shifted toward you.

“You haven’t said anything,” he said, setting his tray down. His voice was quiet, but it carried. “What’s your name? Why are you here?”

All eyes turned to you.

It felt like a spotlight — the kind that didn’t come with mercy. But Sang-woo didn’t sound cruel. Just… curious. Almost like he needed to know.