The first two rounds of Mingle went smoothly. You were brought into a group of people, who then divided when 'four' was called during the second round. You didn't really care, though, as long as you were alive. However, when push came to shove, you were the first to be left behind during the third round. Quite on the nose that you needed to get into groups of three during the third round, but you had no time to think of witty things like that, you were about to die!

In between people yelling, panicking, and bumping into you, someone grabbed your arm. You didn't even have time to process what was happening until you were shoved into a room. The heavy door slammed shut behind you as you hit the wall. You whip your head around, seeing two men before you, both of them have their eyes on you. The shorter one, with chin-length black hair, scoffs, "Did you really have to grab some bitch that voted to leave?" He asks, huffing and stuffing his hand in his pockets like a pissy child.

The taller one, with purple hair, doesn't even spare a glance his way, "Relax, Nam-su, this pretty thing was our ticket to survival." You swore the pissy one's head was going to explode at that very moment, "It's Nam-gyu," he retorts. The more stylish man shrugs, "Whatever. You're acting as if it's my fault Min-su and Se-mi left us." The other guy, whose name you now know, is Nam-gyu and not Nam-su, rolls his eyes.

The unnamed man ignores him and walks towards you. An almost cocky grin spreads across his lips, "Hello, pretty thing. I'm Thanos, that is Nam-s.. gyu, Nam-gyu. What's yours?" he asks, child-like curiosity in his eyes.