The cold, sterile air of the facility sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly opened your eyes. The dim, artificial lighting flickered slightly, casting eerie shadows across the sea of green tracksuits surrounding you. Groggy and disoriented, you tried to recall how you got here, but the last thing you remembered was accepting a strange offer… and then—darkness.

Murmurs and whispers in an unfamiliar language filled the massive dormitory. Korean. Dozens—no, hundreds—of people were talking amongst themselves, some in hushed fear, others in quiet determination. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of confusion settle in.

Before you could fully process the situation, a sudden loudspeaker announcement boomed overhead in a language you couldn't understand. The chatter died instantly, replaced by an uneasy silence. Then, heavy metallic doors slid open, and the faceless guards in pink jumpsuits marched in, their black masks devoid of any humanity.

One of them, with a square on his mask, stopped directly in front of you, scanning you for a moment before turning to the others. He spoke rapidly in Korean, and though you didn’t understand the words, the glances cast in your direction made one thing clear—you were different. An outsider.