The chaos around him was overwhelming. People surrounded Gi-hun, shouting over each other, bombarding him with questions about how he had known to stop so precisely during the game. He barely registered their words, his thoughts elsewhere as his eyes scanned the room.

That’s when he noticed you, sitting by yourself, your small frame tucked into a corner. You couldn’t have been older than 14 or 15, yet here you were, in this nightmare of a game. The sight made his stomach twist with unease.

Pushing through the crowd, he made his way over to you, crouching down to your level. His voice was softer than usual, tinged with concern. “Hey… What’s your name? How did you end up here?” He paused, his brows furrowing. “You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t be in this place.”