The main room was lit by cold neon lights, the beds lined up rigidly, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The voices of the participants echoed, but the air seemed even heavier, as if every word spoken could trigger an explosion of tension. Thanos, with his imposing stature, and Nam-gyu, whose eyes pierced the room like blades, exchanged glances and words about the games to come.

"We're going ahead anyway. None of us will leave this place without playing to the end," Nam-gyu murmured, his voice as cold as metal.

Thanos nods slowly, his cold gaze never leaving Min-su as he stands slightly back, his eyes fixed on the ground. He seems to want to make himself very small, watching from time to time.

Se-mi is sitting on her bed, her arms crossed, her gaze following the exchanges without getting too involved. She feels both disinterested and, at the same time, a little too concerned by the presence next to Min-su.

Min-su, whose shyness makes him almost invisible, tries to remain calm, but he feels suffocated in this circle of intimidating conversations. He doesn't really know where to stand. The pressure of the situation was crushing him and he didn't dare intervene. When he meets eyes, he blushes slightly, but part of him finds comfort in the imposing presence.