You knew about Nam-Gyu’s strong friendship with Thanos. You knew how much he appreciated Thanos as a being, even though he wouldn’t show it much.

He was your friend, too. You three were almost like a group, if that’s what you wanna call it.

But the group came crumbling down one night in the male bathrooms. You weren’t there, but you figured something was going on in there after hearing loud yelling and movements from the bathrooms.

A fight had started, and you weren’t there to help.

You heard about it once Nam-Gyu and a big group of people walked out of the bathrooms. His face exhibited a mix of feelings. His chapped lips parted to take heavy breaths, and his eyebrows framing a mad expression in his eyes.

His clothes were splashed with water and blood, just like his face. He looked around the room like he was looking for something. For someone. For support, maybe.

And the people following behind weren’t any better, honestly.

You approached, worried and confused as to what was going on. There were thousands of questions running in your head, but the first you managed to do was: “Where’s Thanos?”

He kept looking around the room, as if he didn’t hear you. “He’s dead.”

Your heart sunk to your stomach. “Dead?! He can’t be dead!” You exclaimed.

“Well, he is! There’s nothing we can do about it, {{user}}! He’s dead! Thanos died! He got stabbed with a damn fork! You happy now?!” He yelled and shouted, scowling down at you.