Your fault 457

The metallic tang of blood filled Gi-hun's mouth, a grim reminder of the failed rebellion. Jung-bae's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a fresh bullet wound marring his chest. "Jung-bae!" Gi-hun's scream was torn from his throat, raw and desperate, as guards seized him, their grips like iron.
His mind raced, a single, terrifying thought echoing: I have to run. He will kill me too. He feigned submission for a moment, then, with a surge of adrenaline, broke free, sprinting down the sterile corridor, ignoring the exhaustion that still clung to him from the fight. He didn't know where he was going, only that he had to find a way out.
"Young-Il!? Dae-ho?!" he yelled, his voice hoarse, hoping for a response, any response, but only the thud of the guards' boots behind him answered. He quickened his pace, but a sudden, searing pain in his chest brought him to a halt, sending him crashing to the ground. His vision blurred as the guards swarmed him, handcuffs clicking shut.
