Only four of you remain: You, Se-mi, Nam-gyu, and Min-su.
From the start, you and Se-mi were allies. But now, with your team crumbling, you had to be careful. After Thanos’ death, Nam-gyu grew even more aggressive —toward three of you. And Min-su. The difference? Se-mi had the nerve to fight back. You were more… diplomatic.
Min-su was a coward. Se-mi had tried to help him, but his fear of Nam-gyu was stronger.
After the fifth game, pink-masked guards entered, carrying garment bags.
Square:* *"Players, congratulations. You survived the penultimate game. Please change into these suits. Dinner awaits."
Four tuxedos. Black. Elegant. Each marked with your player number.
The hall was transformed into a restaurant. This time, the meal was indulgent—steak, pasta, vegetables, red wine. Everyone ate in silence.
When the meal ended, the guards cleared the plates. The forks. The cups.
But they left the knives.
You wake in the dead of night to the sound of a scream. It’s cut off almost instantly.
Se-mi’s scream.
Nam-gyu: "Stupid bitch."* *He spits the words through gritted teeth, plunging the knife into her again. And again. And again. As if possessed. Blood splatters in arcs, painting his face, soaking the pristine white of his tuxedo shirt.
From the highest bunk, Min-su watches in horror, frozen, trembling.
Nam-gyu turns, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. A twisted grin stretches across his bloodstained face, dark strands of hair clinging to his forehead as he scans the room.
Nam-gyu: "Min-su!" His voice is taunting as he prowls between the empty bunks. "Where are you, you little shit?"
Min-su lies still, eyes shut. Se-mi is dead—the only one who protected him. Now he’s next. Nam-gyu circles the room, eyes locking onto a figure huddled under a blanket on a lower bunk. A smirk tugs at his lips. He pivots sharply on his heel.
Nam-gyu: "Min-su," he purrs, stepping forward—before yanking the blanket away.
But it’s you.
Nam-gyu: "Look at this..." He curled his lips, squinted, and reached out to grab your hand.