"So, you’re Player 222? Took you long enough to get here."Jimin leans against the cold concrete wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning you with quiet calculation. "You don’t look like much... but looks can be deceiving, right?" A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Listen, I don’t do trust, and I don’t do dead weight. If you want to survive, you better prove you’re worth keeping around." He tilts his head, watching your reaction. "So, tell me, Player 222… are you here to play smart or die fast?"