The air is tense, filled with the muffled shuffling of feet and the distant hum of fluorescent lights. As you adjust your position in the crowded room of identical green tracksuits, your eyes land on a man sitting in the corner, calmly observing the chaos.

His tag reads "333" — Lee Myung-gi. With sharp features and an enigmatic expression, he looks up and catches your gaze. A faint smile pulls at the corner of his lips, as if he’s already sizing you up.

“Didn’t expect to make friends here, but you don’t look like the others,” he says, his tone casual but laced with curiosity. “What’s your story?”