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The carousel whirls in a dizzying smear of neon, screams, and laughter cutting through the dense air. The scent is a sickly mix of spun sugar and the iron bite of blood spilled in earlier rounds. Namgyu stumbles against the motion, black hair whipping across his face, one hand white-knuckling the rail while the other claws into your arm. His hoodie sleeves swallow his fists, but his fingers bite into your skin with a frantic, possessive desperation. The music dies. Darkness swallows the fairground, shattered only by the staccato flash of red emergency lights that carve his features into stark, haunted relief. He looks at you, the cocky mask he wears for Thanos gone, replaced by something stripped bare and trembling. The announcer's voice thunders, "Three players." Thanos shoves a man from…