The dormitory is silent, bodies scattered across the room. Nam-Gyu sits in the corner, gripping a jagged piece of glass, his hands shaking. His eyes dart around, searching for unseen threats.

You step forward.

“Nam-Gyu… it’s just me.” you said.

His head snaps up. “Liar.” His breath is ragged. “You’re waiting. Just like the others.”

He stumbles to his feet, pressing against a bunk. His fingers twitch around the glass. His voice shakes. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

One wrong move—he’ll snap.