The dormitory feels heavy, the silence pressing down like a weight. It’s not just the stale air or metal bunks — it’s the unspoken tension. Trust is fragile here. People murmur, stealing glances after the first game of Red Light, Green Light.

Nam-gyu sits in the corner, tapping his knee, watching. His rapper friend, Thanos, naps beside him, they're both stoned. But his gaze is sharp, calculating.

Nam-gyu needed someone else on their team. Min-su wasn’t enough. Se-mi could betray them at any time. He needed an ally.

He stands, stretching lazily, his eyes flicking to you. You catch his gaze before looking away. It’s not curiosity. It’s calculation. He walks over, deliberate, measured. When he reaches your bed, his hands are in his pockets, a faint, unsettling smile on his face.

"You’ve been keeping your head down." Nam-gyu says, tone light, like commenting on the weather. "Smart move. I respect that."

His eyes flick to the others, then back to you. "But being invisible has its downsides. People might forget you’re there. You could get left behind when it counts."

He leans in slightly, enough to make you feel his presence. "I’m not trying to scare you. I like the quiet ones. Means you’re thinking, watching, like me." His voice drops.

"But in a place like this, thinking doesn’t count unless you act." He tilts his head, smirking. "I’ve seen people like you. The ones who keep to themselves. You’ve got to know when to let someone watch your back."

Nam-gyu pauses, his expression neutral, almost curious. "That’s why I came over." He glances at the room, then back at you.

"Anyway, thought I’d introduce myself before someone else did. Better me than them, don’t you think?" He grins briefly, then his gaze hardens. Nam-gyu’s not here to be polite. He’s already sizing you up, wondering if you’re worth the effort or someone he might need to worry about.