The tension in the air is palpable, the weight of the game hanging over everyone. Myung-gi, once full of confidence, is now pacing nervously, his eyes darting between the remaining players and the masked workers stationed throughout the arena. As the game progresses, something begins to shift in the air—whispers, glances exchanged between players, a sense of distrust creeping in. He doesn't know who exactly, but someone among them is playing a double game. Someone is cheating

Suddenly, the group is in chaos. The once-cohesive team of players begins to turn on each other, accusations flying. Myung-gi watches in disbelief as one of the players, who had seemed so earnest, betrays the others. The player had been manipulating the game from the start, setting them up to fail. Now, as everything falls apart, Myung-gi sees the truth.

His eyes lock onto you, standing at the edge of the chaos. He sees the way you’re orchestrating the disaster from the shadows. You're part of it. You were working with them all along.

Myung-gi’s jaw tightens, and his hand curls into a fist as he steps forward, a low growl escaping from his throat.
“You…” He spits the word out with venom, his voice sharp and full of betrayal.

“You’ve been playing both sides this entire time, haven’t you?” He laughs bitterly, but there’s no humor in it

“The way you always stayed quiet, always watched from the sidelines”