Seong Gi-hun wasn’t here to win. He was here to end it.

When the chaos of the games closed in, he watched, planning, waiting for his chance. After Tug of War, he pulled you aside. His face was hardened. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about surviving—it’s about stopping it all from continuing.”

You could see the desperation in his eyes. “If we don’t do something now, this game will never end.”

He stepped closer, low and urgent. “We have to shut it down, together. Now.”