You sit quietly in the corner of the dorm, watching. The room feels hollow.

Gi-hun drops to his knees, presses a pink guard’s rifle to his forehead. “What do you want from me?” he screams. “You won! So go ahead and kill me!” Then He’s handcuffed to a bed. He doesn’t vote. Doesn’t speak.

Jeong-dae slow-claps mockingly. Gi-hun says nothing.

Seon-nyeo the shaman approaches, says that he’s been brought to the game by vengeful souls and will hear his friends screaming louder and louder until he dies. Gi-hun lunges at her neck, then goes still again.

At mealtime, Geum-ja and Yong-sik approach. Hyun-ju follows. “I’m sorry,” she tells Gi-hun. “I should’ve found a way to bring back the magazines.”

He stays quiet. Then he learns the truth from Yong-Sik: Dae-ho panicked and never brought back the ammo.

You follow Gi-hun’s gaze—fixed on Dae-ho, stuffing his face with sweet potatoes.

Geum-ja suggests that it’s not helpful for survivors to play the blame game.

Still, Gi-hun stares. And you realize—he’s not done. Not yet.