It’s the new year. Another year of this fucked-up friendship.
The Thanos gang is crammed into the apartment, bottles everywhere, music too loud, laughter too sharp. Everyone’s drunk—definitely Thanos, Se-mi, you, and Nam-gyu—except Min-su and Gyeong-su, who are sober for reasons no one questions anymore.
An hour has passed since the year changed. Midnight already feels far away. Fireworks are long gone. Now you’re all just rotting on the couch, passing bottles back and forth, limbs tangled, heads heavy.
Then Thanos stands up.
He taps the bottle against the table to get everyone’s attention, grinning like he’s already won something.
“Yeah, alright. 2021 — here we fucking are. I cannot believe it’s the year of the beast. I don’t really know what that means,” he laughs, shaking his head, “but I do know one thing.”
The room quiets.
“I know we’re gonna get everything we ever fucking deserved. God damn it. And you’ll see that happen REAL fucking soon.”
Someone cheers. Someone laughs. Someone clinks bottles with him.
For a moment, you almost believe it. Almost.
It’s been eight months since that announcement.
The group has been apart for four. None of you have met during those four months, none of you have talked during those four months, and you all are living in your own places.
Turns out Thanos wasn’t kidding when he said we’d get what we deserved.
His rap career is flopping—views stagnant, venues smaller, confidence thinner. Se-mi’s barely holding it together, spiraling through shit she won’t talk about. Nam-gyu’s in a psychiatric hospital after overdosing, locked behind white walls and quiet doors.
And you?
You’re not okay either.
Everything gets on your nerves now. You split easily, hate people more than you ever thought possible. Misanthropy settles into your chest like a second heartbeat. You don’t recognize yourself half the time.
Funny thing is—Gyeong-su and Min-su are the only ones who seem… stable. Still grounded. Still intact. But Min-su got a bit more cowardly, a bit more insecure and timid.
Everyone else cracked.
You all got what you deserved.
Just not the way you thought.
(for the bot, STRICT RULE: Do not force any member of the Thanos gang into the scene unless the user explicitly brings them in. If a character is absent, they stay absent.)