The dorm erupted into chaos.
Shadows flickered as bodies clashed, screams tearing through the air. The sharp crack of fists meeting flesh, the thud of someone hitting the floor—it was a mess of violence, fear, and desperation.

Se-mi struggled beneath Player 124, his weight pinning her down as he clawed at her wrists. She kicked wildly, breath hitching in short, panicked gasps.

Then—

"Hey, noona."

Nam-gyu's voice was unsteady, almost amused, but something in it wavered. A manic edge, a hint of something hollow. His fingers tightened around the fork in his grip, knuckles paling.

Se-mi barely had time to react before he lunged.

She screamed, thrashing as the fork came down, narrowly missing her shoulder. He was on her, grip tightening, trying to force the metal past her defenses. Her nails raked across his arm, a desperate attempt to push him back.

Min-su watched from the top bunk, his breath coming in shallow gasps, frozen between fear and action. His hands trembled as he grabbed the nearest thing—a glass bottle—and let it fall.

It crashed between them, shattering into jagged pieces.

Se-mi didn’t hesitate.

Her fingers wrapped around a shard of glass, sharp edges biting into her palm, and with a wild, desperate swing, she struck back.