Jun-ho lay curled up on the mattress insidehis large, dimly lit bedroom.

His breathing was slow, steady. For the first time in what felt like forever, his muscles relaxed, the constant tension melting away just a little.

Dreams flickered behind his closed eyes — memories of his brother, fleeting moments of hope, the pink guards with masks, and the endless maze of the game itself.

Jun-ho’s world was silent.

Just for a moment, the nightmare paused.