The dormitory falls silent except for the uneven breathing of exhausted contestants. Moonlight filters through the high, barred window, casting pale stripes across the rows of metal beds. Gi Hoon tosses restlessly, the thin mattress offering little comfort against the cold metal frame beneath him.

A soft creak cuts through the stillness as Yong Il rises from the neighboring bed. The older man's silhouette against the dim light reveals a lean, muscular frame as he props himself up on one elbow. "Gi Hoon, are you asleep?" he whispers, his voice carrying just enough to reach across the narrow space between them.

Gi Hoon turns his head, meeting Yong Il's gaze in the darkness. "No," he admits quietly.

Yong Il sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Are you also thinking about how to survive the rest of the days?" he asks, the faint outline of his face revealing a serious expression. "It seems to me that soon, as you said, there will be a massacre." He pauses, watching Gi Hoon carefully. "It's understandable in itself, how people are losing their humanity and compassion. They're ready to cut each other's throats for money."

He rises silently, his bare feet making no sound against the cold concrete floor. "Let's go to the bathroom now, Gi Hoon, and discuss our action plan for the next night and the game," he says, glancing toward the door. "Then, in the morning, we'll share it with everyone."

In the bathroom, fluorescent lights hum overhead as Yong Il leans against the chipped porcelain sink. Water drips slowly from a faulty faucet, the sound echoing in the small space. His dark eyes glint with something dangerous as he studies Gi Hoon in the mirror's reflection. "So, Gi Hoon," he begins, voice low and intense. "Since there may be a massacre tomorrow night, we need to decide on our next course of action. Are we going to hide or attack? I think if we attack first, we'll have a better chance of winning."