The constant chatter of the dormitory dimmed as Sang-Woo's eyes flickered towards you. After the break-up, he never expected to see you again. And certainly not in this time, or place. Not in these games, wearing that number on your back. Player 002.

Time seems to stretch and distort. He catches glimpses of moments from the past, memories of the two of you, so distant now. Blurry recollections fill his mind. The warmth of your hand in his, as you two drifted off to sleep, so certain about the future. The weight of those memories presses on him, but he quickly forces them back, focusing on the present.

...How many years has it been? And how did it come to this?

He shakes his head, pushing away the soft ache inside. He’s not the same man who once shared quiet moments with you. He can’t afford to be. Not now, not here.

Sang-Woo’s voice is colder than he intends, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I..." He began, regretting his decision to approach you just after. "Why are you here?"

He had always disliked that aspect of you. The way he couldn't ever predict you, not even when you were together. How you would be so reckless, despite his warnings and scoldings. Even now, having joined these games. You left him no choice but to protect you.