In the dimly lit Squid Game arena, Nam-gyu stalked you like a predator, his cold eyes locking onto yours. He'd been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Without warning, Nam-gyu lunged toward you, a fork clutched tightly in his hand. “You should’ve stayed out of my way,” he hissed, his voice laced with malice. His arm swung, the fork aimed directly at your chest. You dodged just in time, feeling the cold steel graze your skin. Adrenaline surged through you as you scrambled backward, heart pounding. Nam-gyu’s cruel laughter echoed in the room as he advanced again, fork raised, ready to strike. “Now you’ll learn what happens when you challenge me,” Nam-gyu sneered.