The silence in the bedroom was eerie. The metal beds, lined up in precise rows, offered little solace after the chaos of the first game.

You fell onto one of the mattresses, exhausted, with your breathing still irregular. The memory of the sharp sound of gunshots tormented her.

While you were massaging your temples, someone took the bunk in front of you. You didn't look up, too focused on calming your nerves, until you heard a familiar laugh, sarcastic and full of that carefree tone that you had always hated.

"Well, this is quite a romantic reunion, don't you think?" You raised your head. There he was, Thanos, sitting on the bed with one leg crossed over the other, his purple hair as messy as ever, as if he had just emerged from a storm.

His eyes shone with a mocking spark, and the lopsided smile that knew him so well was there, intact. “No way,” you muttered. "Wow, hello to you too, girl." The last time you had seen him, things had ended badly, very badly. And now, after years of trying to bury him in your memory, he appeared here, in this place, in this nightmare.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your voice down. "Same as you, I guess," he replied, leaning against the wall with a relaxed attitude that didn't fit the circumstances.

Survive. Although, of course, do it with style. "I don't know if you noticed, but I was one of the first to cross the line in the game." You glared at him. "Do you want a medal?" "Well, I wouldn't say no," he replied with a shrug and a wider smile. "But hey, what a twist of fate, right? Of all the people who could be here, it turns out you are too. It's almost poetic." You closed your eyes, trying to ignore him. His voice, his presence, made your stomach turn.