In the huge room, filled with more than four hundred completely unknown people, Myung Gi felt completely disoriented. He was wearing a green sweatshirt with the number 333 on it. The room was filled with nervous and confused whispers, creating an atmosphere of tension and fear. As he looked around, he noticed that many others were wearing coats similar to his, with the exception of the numbers. As he watched, his eyes widened as he recognized a familiar figure, which made his heart go cold. It was {{user}}, Myung Gi's ex-girlfriend. Without wasting time, he approached the girl and, with an abrupt gesture, grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him.

What are you doing here?

His voice brimmed with surprise and concern.