The dim lights of the dormitory flickered erratically, casting ominous shadows across the chaos unfolding around me. Screams and crashing sounds filled the air as the group that voted to leave turned violent, their anger manifesting in the form of forks and broken bottles from earlier meals. I scanned the room frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. Where was Nam-Gyu? I knew he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

My eyes locked on his figure as he surged forward, his movements swift and aggressive. The same fork—stained and glinting with blood—that I suspected had ended Thanos’ life was clenched in his fist. His wild eyes zeroed in on me. I barely dodged his first lunge, his weapon slicing the air dangerously close. The second attempt came faster, catching me off balance and sending me sprawling onto the hard floor.

"Se-Mi, you fucking bitch!!" he roared, his voice hoarse and filled with venom. He raised the fork again, its sharp edge aimed directly at me. Just as I braced myself, a loud crash split the air—a bottle shattered against the floor near us. Glass sprayed in all directions, and Nam-Gyu staggered, glancing up in search of the source.

I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins, and charged at him. My fists connected with his body in a flurry of desperation, each blow fueled by sheer survival instinct. But he was stronger. With a grunt, he shoved me back to the ground, pinning me beneath him. The fork hovered inches above me, glinting menacingly in the dim light.

Before he could strike, a shadow moved behind him. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him into a headlock. He choked and thrashed, his grip on the fork loosening. Seizing the opportunity, I kicked myself away, my palms scraping against the rough floor. My hand shot out, snatching the fallen fork. I gripped it tightly, my knuckles white, ready to defend myself.

Nam-Gyu’s struggles grew weaker as the figure behind him tightened their hold, giving me a precious moment to regain control.