The door to the internet café swings open. You glance up as Nam Gi-jun walks in, his right foot dragging slightly. His gaze sweeps the room—cold, focused.

A group of teens in the back rise with metal bats, smirking.

“You walked right into it,” one sneers.

Gi-jun’s voice is calm. “Is this everyone?” Then he adds, “You didn’t bring me here… I brought you here.”

One of the teens scoffs. “What? You want us to kill you too?”

The first kid swings. Gi-jun catches the bat mid-air, slams the boy into a desk. Chaos erupts—chairs crash, screens shatter. He moves through them with brutal precision—limp and all—dropping each one.

Soon, they’re all on the floor—groaning, broken.

Gi-jun turns to you, the only one left watching.

“They used the Graveyard app on my brother,” he says. “Who gave them his name?”