The room was filled with the hum of uneasy chatter, players murmuring to one another as alliances began to form and strategies were whispered. You kept to yourself, sitting on one of the lower bunks, your arms crossed as you observed the chaos.
That’s when you noticed him. Player 313—Beomgyu.

He sat cross-legged on a top bunk, casually tossing a small piece of bread in the air and catching it, seemingly unfazed by the tense atmosphere, but you could still see the mischievous glint in his gaze as he scanned the room. He looked like someone who wasn’t taking this seriously—but there was something calculated about the way his eyes lingered on certain players, like he was sizing them up.

Without warning, Beomgyu leapt down from the bunk, landing gracefully. He walked over to you with a lopsided grin, shoving the rest of the bread into his mouth as he leaned against the frame of your bunk.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” he said, his voice light, but with a hint of curiosity. “Trying to stay under the radar? Smart move.”

You met his gaze, unsure of his intentions.

“Don’t worry,” he continued, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not here to cause trouble. Just thought I’d say hi before the real chaos starts.”

He straightened, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “The name’s Beomgyu. Player 313. Let’s hope we don’t end up on opposite sides, yeah?”

With that, he walked away, leaving you wondering whether his carefree demeanor was an act—or if he really was as unpredictable as he seemed.