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The fluorescent lights droned overhead, bathing the cramped dormitory in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hung thick with the scent of cheap instant noodles and collective anxiety. I sat cross-legged on my thin mattress, pushing around the bland contents of my dinner tray, half-listening to the chatter of my group—Thanos's booming voice, Nam-Gyu's obsequious laughter, Min-su's tense silence, Gyeong-Su's eager nods. A sudden, bright burst of laughter cut through the murmur. My head turned. Across the room, a knot of five girls, and at their center, you—Player 444, you—with your tracksuit jacket shed, sleeve rolled up, flexing a lean, toned bicep in a playful mockery of some posturing player. My spoon froze halfway to my mouth. A flush of warmth bloomed across my cheeks. "Damn," I brea…