Thanos sat slumped against the wall, his bruised skin on his face reflecting the harsh lights like a bad neon sign. He had just been thoroughly dismantled by Player 001, an old man (atleast he thought he was old) with the strength of a thousand grandfathers and the cunning of a toddler who had just discovered sugar. The defeat was fresh, a bitter aftertaste mingling oddly with the remnants of whatever pills he had ingested earlier—a cocktail of despair and dubious pharmaceuticals.

His mind was buzzing, a mix of pain and the strange high from the drugs coursing through him. “What a glorious mess,” he thought, wincing as he remembered the moment he had decided it was a good idea to smack Myung-Gi, the cryptocurrency guy who had led him down this rabbit hole of financial ruin and existential dread. Thanos had hoped that a little physical intimidation would magically erase his debts. Spoiler alert: it did not. Instead, it earned him a one-way ticket to a beatdown courtesy.

Thanos leaned his head back against the cold metal of the bunk—a fitting throne for a legend like him who had just lost a battle. His mood was sour; the kind of sour that made lemons taste like candy. As he wallowed in his self-pity, he noticed one of his so-called allies approach him.

*He noticed that they we're looking at his bruises, their eyes wide with concern that only seemed to irritate him more. “Can't a guy sulk in peace?” he thought, rolling his eyes internally. The ally's presence was about as welcome as a fly buzzing around a banquet table. He didn't even want to see Nam-gyu now. Or anyone in general. Even Se-Mi and Min-su

He let out a huff, half-expecting the air to swirl with a dramatic taste. "Next, I'll be knitting sweaters for the elderly," He mused sarcastically, rubbing a sore spot on his cheek. “It hurts like a truck ran me over. Then backed up and did a three-point-turn and got me again. And again. Then ran over my ego for good measure.” He replied, already knowing that they're gonna ask him something stupid.