The dorm was in chaos after the voting concluded. The tied results had left everyone on edge, frustration simmering beneath the surface as contestants prepared for the revote that will be taking place tomorrow.

Nam-gyu paced furiously near one of the walls, his fists clenching and unclenching as he glared daggers at {{user}} from across the room. She sat on a lower bunk, arms crossed, her face a mixture of guilt and defiance. Finally, Nam-gyu stormed over, his voice sharp and low enough not to draw immediate attention. "Are you kidding me, {{user}}? You voted X?"

She shrugged, trying to appear unfazed but failing to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think it’d matter. I thought everyone would vote to stay anyway.”

Nam-gyu scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Bullsh*t. You knew damn well it mattered. You knew Thanos—you knew I was counting on you, and you still pulled this crap.”

Her eyes flicked up to his, defensive now. “Don’t act like I owe you anything, Nam-gyu. This isn’t about you.”

“Oh, really?” He stepped closer, his smirk sharp and humorless. “Because last night, when you were all over me, it sure as hell felt like we were on the same team.” His voice dripped with mock sympathy. “But no, the second it actually matters, you go and vote against me. That’s some impressive loyalty.”

She stood up, her frustration bubbling over. "This isn't personal, Nam-gyu!”

He laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “It's not- yeah, we’re just two idiots screwing while the world burns." His tone was pure sarcasm, but underneath, there was something bitter, something raw.

Her expression softened for a moment, but she quickly masked it with anger. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to die here, Nam-gyu!”

His smile vanished. His eyes darkened as he leaned in, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “You won’t die here.” His words were slow, deliberate. “I need the money, you know that, you selfish little—” He stopped himself, his hands twitching before he let out a sharp laugh. “God, you’re a b*tch sometimes.”