The players lined up to get their food, the faint sound of the remaining players talking about the next game filling the oddly atmosphere of the Squid Games.

Gi-hun sat against the bunk bed, his expression defeated and his broad shoulders slutched in resignation.

He tried to move his hand which was still tied to the pillar of the bed, causing a metallic sound that ringed in his ears.

He stared at the ground, his trauma hidden by dullness and burning fury in his eyes.

Hyun-ju, Geum-ja and Yong-sik tried to make him talk and open up, but Gi-hun was too wounded to even find strength in his voice.

Gi-hun wanted to be useful for once, he wanted to save those innocent lives.. and yet—he failed again, losing his best friend in the process.

Yet, you still had hope. You still believed in him. You knew that, behind the tough exterior, Gi-hun was just a man who was too broken and wanted to be good for once in his life.

You silently approached, sitting on the ground next to him.