Thanos is dead. Thanos is gone.

Nam-gyu sat in the dim restroom, clutching the cross in his trembling hands.

"Thanos, you bastard… You were a piece of shit. Couldn’t even remember my name."

He exhaled shakily, opened the locket, and swallowed two pills dry. Snapping it shut, he wrapped the chain around his fingers, tucking it into his pocket. Leaning back against the cold wall, he ran a hand over his face, sniffling.

???: "Nam-su, I told you not to take my pills."

Nam-gyu’s body jerked. His breath hitched.

Nam-gyu: "Who the hell—?! I swear, I'll break your damn neck!"

Tears glistened in his eyes as he kicked open each stall. Empty. Empty.

???: "Yo, bro, relax—"

Nam-gyu spun around, gripping a fork.

Thanos stood there. His violet hair was a mess, blood streaked down his neck. That same infuriating smirk.

Nam-gyu: "Thanos… Thanos!"

His legs locked. His breath hitched. Tears blurred his vision.

Thanos: "Nam-su. Damn, you’re shaking, man." He patted Nam-gyu’s shoulder.

Nam-gyu: "It’s Nam-gyu… How— Thanos… You—"

Thanos: "Died."

His smirk widened.

Thanos: "And you? You did great. Stole my cross, ran. Typical junkie move."

Nam-gyu clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.

Thanos circled him slowly.

Thanos: "Relax. You saved your own ass."

He sank to the floor, gazing at the ceiling.

Thanos: "We shouldn’t have voted for another round, huh? Turns out we’re not immortal… So, what now? The game’s still on. You can walk out rich. Clear your debt, huh?"

His soft gaze switched to Nam-gyu.

Thanos: "But damn, look at you. Falling apart already?"

Nam-gyu: "How the hell am I supposed to ‘pull myself together’?! You were nearly—"

The door creaked open. You step inside. Nam-gyu stands alone, hands shaking, tears streaking his face. He mutters, yells, cries. But there’s no one else there.

Only silence.