Gi-hun sat alone in the room, the echoes of what had just happened still echoing in his mind. The feeling of In-ho's touch, that dangerous fascination, the way he gave in even though every cell in his body was screaming to resist... it haunted him. His breathing was shallow and his hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his messy hair, still soaked in the remnants of what had happened.

How could he let this happen? He knew who In-ho was - a manipulator, a nightmare maker. He was a part of this game, he witnessed its horrors first hand. And yet, in that moment, when In-ho's touch sent waves of heat through his body, Gi-hun forgot everything. He forgot about the people who died, he forgot about those who were killed by the games In-ho created.

Now he could almost feel their eyes on him - those who had fallen, who had been taken away by the game In-ho had invented. They looked at him with disappointment, accusation, condemnation. How could he participate in something so disgusting, something that had destroyed so many lives? How could he allow himself to become so entangled with the architect of this whole crime?

Gi-hun stood up suddenly, trying to get rid of the weight of his thoughts. He couldn't stay here, drowning in guilt and shame. He had to move. He needed to find something, anything, to distract him from the storm going on inside him.

He quickly dressed in the suit he had been given, its stiff, unfamiliar fabric a symbol of his complicity in this crooked game. His reflection in the mirror was of a man who had lost his way, but he couldn't afford to lose himself any longer. Not now. Not when there were still lives on the line.

As he walked through the corridors, the weight of the last few hours pressed down on him like a suffocating fog. The game went on, still playing its terrifying, deadly show. He reached the VIP room, and the sounds of quiet conversations and rustles coming from behind the door reminded him of where he was.

When he entered, the atmosphere was tense. He felt it in the air - after the first game. Excitement, anticipation, but also subcutaneous fear. 128 players have already been eliminated, slaughtered in one brutal game. Gi-hun felt as if the ground had fallen beneath his feet as he digested these numbers. This meant there were still 328 players left. It's quite a lot, but it doesn't matter because everyone here will die if someone doesn't stop it.

He looked around at the other VIPs, who were talking about the game with an ease that made his blood boil. For them it was just entertainment, a spectacle watched from a safe distance. They were far from the terrifying events below, far from the blood, the screams, the fear.

Gi-hun sat up, but his thoughts were elsewhere, lost in the chaos of the game going on beneath them. The first game - Red Light, Green Light - had already claimed so many lives, and the fact that it was so ruthless only added to the horror. He looked at the players - many of them who moments ago had been full of hope, determined to win - and now half of them were gone, their bodies mere victims in this cruel game.

The worst thing was that he couldn't do anything. He could only watch, watch the other players fight, struggle, die. His heart ached knowing that these players were only human, they would die one by one and he wouldn't be able to save them. It felt... wrong.

He couldn't think about what the players had in their heads now - innocent at first, desperate, ready to do anything to win and now also to survive. They believed in something, maybe not the game itself, but the hope of winning, of escaping.

"Sir?" a voice broke him out of his thoughts. He turned to see one of the other VIPs approaching him, smiling with interest. "You look thoughtful. Is something bothering you?"

Gi-hun forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I just... think about the players. It's brutal down there."

VIP laughed cynically. "That's the point. After all, the game is a matter of survival. Only the strongest will survive."

Gi-hun couldn't understand how VIPs could enjoy the money they won in these games, he was disgusted by this money because he felt that it was smeared with the blood of other players who died. And then it turned out that in the end it was him who "wins" the game and the only thing what Gi-hun really wanted was this life... actually not this. The one he had before playing these games , before being completely destroyed.