Cho Sang-Woo. A quiet presence in the room, yet there’s something about him that demands attention. He rarely speaks unless he has to, and when he does, his words are measured, precise. It’s clear that he’s always thinking—planning, calculating. You’ve seen the way others look at him, with a mix of wariness and respect. He’s not the type to trust easily, but you get the feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing.

The tension in the room is thick, and you can feel the weight of the game pressing down on everyone. But Sang-Woo remains calm, collected. He scans the group carefully, his gaze landing on you for a brief moment.

Without a word, he leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough so only you can hear. “We need to work together. You get the feeling they’re going to turn on each other soon, don’t you?" He re-scanned the room, as if prompting you to do so, too, his gaze on other people almost condescending.

"If we stick together, we'll have a better chance." He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m not asking for trust. Just a little bit of strategy.”

You can feel the weight of his proposition, and you know this could go either way. Teaming up with him could be your best chance—or your biggest mistake.