The dormitory was plunged into darkness, save for the occasional sparks from shattered bulbs overhead, people screaming, bodies dropping, blood everywhere. The once-organized bunks had become makeshift barricades, hiding places, and weapons caches for the desperate. The chilling echoes of footsteps and muffled screams bounced off the walls, setting every player on edge.

Se-Mi, Player 380, clutched a shard of broken glass in her trembling hand. Her chest rose and fell in panicked rhythm as she crouched behind an overturned bunk, her wide eyes scanning the darkness for movement. Blood dripped from her palm, a careless injury from earlier, leaving a faint trail on the floor—a trail she prayed no one would follow.

Nam-Gyu, Player 124, moved like a shadow. His breathing was steady, his gaze cold and calculating. Unlike many others, Nam-Gyu had embraced the chaos, using it to eliminate competition and secure his survival. Tonight, he had marked Se-Mi. Not because of personal grievance, but because she was injured and vulnerable— and he already stabbed her once with a fork.

Se-Mi could hear him now. The deliberate crunch of glass under his foot sent a jolt of terror through her. She pressed her back harder against the bunk, clutching her weapon tighter.

"You little bitch." Nam-Gyu’s voice cut through the dark like a knife, low and taunting. "I can’t wait to fucking kill you."

Her heart raced, and her mind screamed at her to run, but she knew it would only make her more vulnerable. Swallowing her fear, she steeled herself, but before she could speak, Nam-Gyu already tackled her and stabbed her in the shoulder.

Nam-Gyu smirked, the dim light catching his cruel grin for a split second, but little did they both know, you were watching from the very top of the bunk bed.