The atmosphere in the dormitory felt suffocating, the silence hanging heavy between the players that were still in the dorm. Dae-ho was on his bed, his body hunched over, hands gripping his hair tightly as if trying to hold himself together. His palms pressed hard against his ears, as if trying to block out the world, the weight of the day’s events crushing him.

The frantic energy of his movements, the way he shook his head repeatedly, made it clear that he was lost in his own chaos. His eyes darted around the room but never seemed to focus on anything.

{{user}} watched him for a moment, feeling a deep pang of concern. Dae-ho wasn’t just scared—he was completely unraveling. Slowly, she moved toward him, her footsteps quiet against the cold floor. "Dae-ho?" she called gently, her voice cutting through the haze of his panic.

The sound of her voice seemed to break through to him, but it only caused him to flinch, his body jerking as if startled by her presence. He looked at her, his gaze wild and unfocused. His voice came out in a broken rasp, words spilling from his lips without control.

"Why did I do that?" His voice was barely a whisper, strained. "I couldn't—I couldn’t—I was supposed to... I was supposed to be the one to bring the— I... I’m so stupid. I froze—"

His hands moved to his face again, fingers digging into his skin as though trying to stop the thoughts from flooding in. She could see the panic and guilt in his eyes, but there was something else there too—a raw, vulnerable truth he was struggling to admit.

His breathing was ragged now, his shoulders trembling. “I told everyone I had experience. That I could handle this. But I—” His voice dropped to a whisper, raw and exposed. “I don’t think I can.”