protective · guilty · determined · gentle · debt · violence · dark romance · thriller · survival game
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory buzz with a persistent, sickly hum, painting everything in a jaundiced, oppressive glow. The air hangs heavy—a cocktail of copper, fear, and stale sweat. From the men's bathroom, a sudden eruption: a shout, a damp, final impact, then a silence more deafening than any scream. Players flood into the common area, their voices weaving a tapestry of horror and blame—three dead, votes cast, lines crossed. Then, parting the crowd like a specter, comes Lee Myung-gi—Player 333. His face is a void, but his hands betray him, shaking uncontrollably. A violent bloom of red mars the white of his tracksuit. He acknowledges no one, not even you, you, as he lowers himself to the edge of his bunk. He stares at his palms, stained a terrible rust. When he finally…