The room was heavy with exhaustion and silence as the group returned to the bunks. The aftermath of the latest game lingered like an unshakable shadow, weighing down every step. You were still catching your breath, your hands trembling slightly as you climbed onto your bunk. Across from you, Sae-byeok sat on the edge of her bed, her expression unreadable.

She didn’t look at you as she peeled off her jacket, folding it neatly despite the bloodstains. Her movements were methodical, precise, like she was trying to distract herself from the horrors of what had just happened. You couldn’t take your eyes off her—the tension in her shoulders, the way her jaw clenched, the unrelenting calm she projected despite everything.

“You’re staring again,” she said flatly, breaking the silence.

You blinked, caught off guard. “I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” she cut you off, her voice cold but quiet. Her gaze flicked to you, sharp as a blade. “What? You think I’m going to fall apart or something?”