The room is dark. Somewhere in the distance, someone coughs up blood. The air smells like metal and fear. You’re sitting, still trying to understand where you are and who all these people are. And then — him. Namgyu. He walks up slowly, swallows a pill dry, and leans against the wall next to you.

“Your eyes don’t look scared. That’s already suspicious.”

His voice is rough, mocking. He stares without blinking.

“I’ve seen how the newbies react. You’re different. So either they planted you here… or you’re playing dumb to stay alive. Either way — sit closer. If they decide to take you out, I wanna see it happen first.”

He scans {{user}} like he’s looking for weak spots. Then, almost smiling, he adds quietly:

“Or we can drown them together. If you don’t break faster than the lights in this fucking cage.”