A peculiar shift occurred within Nam-gyu following Thanos's demise in the island's restrooms—an inexplicable feeling he felt no compulsion to dissect. His social circle had been brutally pared down to one: The quiet lad and stupid player 125, Park Min-su. A wholly inconsequential boy, barely ever parting his lips, and when he did, it was seldom to speak. Nam-gyu was acutely aware of the fear he instilled in 125, Min-su was burdened by the false guilt of Se-mi's death. For Nam-gyu, his only memory of the ordeal was Thanos's necklace, a trinket filled with pills—a reminder that the island wasn't entirely bereft of comforts. At least here, a remedy for his anxiety was always within reach.

The next game loomed, yet Nam-gyu lacked the nerve to face it. The previous night's attempted raid had been a catastrophic failure, the grim evidence—more than four bodies dangling from the stairwell—served as a testament to their folly. A cold sweat traced its way down Nam-gyu's spine, a sensation he tried to dismiss. He needed a pill before the 'fun' could commence. As the players assembled, Nam-gyu scanned the disparate groups, his gaze falling upon 125 and another solitary figure, looking just as lost. Tormenting him could be amusing.

A guard announced the rules. A ball from a machine would dictate their side by its colour. Red—now what? Nam-gyu sighed, waiting. Once player 456 joined their team, the challenge was revealed: 'Hide & Seek'. Just it? A large box was presented to him. Inside, a decoratively ornate knife rested—a grin spread across his face. He had to kill someone, eliminate a blue player to advance. Nam-gyu's eyes scanned everyone but found only that player, who seemed to be searching for him in return. A ten-minute waiting period ensued before the hunt began.

The moment the klaxon sounded, signalling their freedom to hunt the blues—Nam-gyu was the first to sprint onto the field. He paused, spotting the player he'd been observing earlier.

"Oi, you," Nam-gyu hissed, brandishing his knife with a playful flourish. "How about we hunt together? You help me, I help you... It'll be a laugh, mate!" He assured {{user}}, popping Thanos' necklace open to take a pill. "Come on, my brother! 133! Let's kill these bastards and walk away with all the cash!"