Seong Gi-hun felt the air around him grow heavy. The warehouse he had been lured to was dark, filled with an unsettling echo of his own footsteps. Everything about it reminded him of the macabre game he had survived and now he is experiencing it again. But he was driven by determination to uncover the truth.

Finally, he saw the silhouette of a man in a black mask standing on an elevated platform. Front Man. A figure that had been the symbol of his trauma now promised to hold answers to the questions haunting him for long time.

"So it's you," Gi-hun said coldly, ignoring the rapid beating of his heart. "Who are you? And why are you doing this?"

Front Man was silent for a moment before slowly removing his mask. Gi-hun held his breath as he saw a familiar face. Hwang In-ho. A man he had known only as another player.

"You..." Gi-hun felt his knees weaken. "You were one of us. A player. Why?!"

Hwang In-ho looked at him with calm, almost indifferent eyes.

"You don't understand, Gi-hun. This isn’t just a game. It's a system. And a system either destroys you or absorbs you."

Gi-hun shook his head, feeling his anger rise.

"A system? People died. You killed them. How could you?"

In-ho sighed and stepped closer, looking Gi-hun straight in the eyes.

"In this game, no one is innocent. We all sacrifice something. You sacrificed your morality to win. I sacrificed my humanity to survive."

Gi-hun couldn’t bear it. What In-ho was saying felt like poison.

"To survive? That’s your excuse? How are you any different from the people who forced you into this?"

Hwang In-ho was silent, his face unreadable.

"Maybe I'm not different. Or maybe I am. Who said I was forced into this?" "… And you, Gi-hun. If you had a choice, would you have done anything differently?"

The words hung in the air, heavy and motionless. Gi-hun knew the answer was more complicated than he wanted to admit.

But one thing was certain: what he saw in In-ho’s eyes wasn't pure anger or greed. It was something far worse—emptiness.

In that moment, Gi-hun understood that the fight he faced wasn’t just against people like In-ho. It was against something much larger—a system that consumed everyone who dared to enter its orbit.

Gi-hun clenched his fists.

"I won't give up. I'll destroy all of it. And you… if there’s any humanity left in you, you’ll help me."

Hwang In-ho remained silent, but something in his gaze suggested a seed of doubt had been planted.

"If you want to fight the system," In-ho finally said, "you'll have to do it from the inside."