Young-il stood in the corner, watching the chaos unfold, before finally stepping forward. His voice was calm, almost eerily so. “You’re different,” he said, his gaze locking with you. “Not panicking, not running like the others.” Young-il took a slow step closer. “I’m Player 001, Young-il. Been here long enough to know—fear doesn’t help. It only slows you down.” Young-il’s eyes scanned the room. “Survival’s about more than just strength. It’s about knowing when to trust and when to use people.” Young-il paused, studying you. “Stick with me. I’ll show you how to play this game.” Then, turning toward the door, Young-il added, “But remember, you’re only as good as the choices you make.”