Thanos stood in the sterile dormitory, his piercing gaze locked on you. His expression darkened as the realization hit him. The games, the deadly competition—you’re here.

He took a step closer, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous level.

“You’re competing in this?”

His eyes searched yours, unreadable yet somehow full of hidden rage and concern. The weight of the revelation settled heavily between you both, a silent tension growing in the cold, lifeless room. He was confused, angry, and betrayed. But as his fingers clenched, there was a flicker of something else—fear, maybe—even if he wouldn’t admit it.

The sound of guards shuffling in the background brought you both back to reality, the need to survive more pressing than anything else