The weight of the room was suffocating, pressing down on Gi-hun like the very walls were closing in on him. His hand throbbed with the pain from the wound, and despite the bandage, it felt as though the blood had never stopped flowing. Yet, amid all the confusion and darkness, something inside him had stirred-an instinct. A voice whispering at the back of his mind, telling him to move. To leave.

He couldn’t stay here any longer. The game, the manipulation, the bloodshed-it had all broken something inside him. Every day, every hour spent in this hellish place chipped away at his will to survive. But now, something had shifted. He no longer cared for their rules, their games. He had to get out. There had to be an exit. And if there wasn’t, he would make one.

Gi-hun’s mind raced, his thoughts working in overdrive. The chip In-ho had mentioned. The strange encounter with Frontman. The way they were all watching him. He could feel it now-how they were controlling him, manipulating him, treating him like a mere piece on a board. But he wasn’t a puppet. Not anymore.

In-ho had underestimated him, had probably assumed Gi-hun would crumble under the weight of everything. After all, he had been through hell, witnessed horrors that would break anyone. Yet here he was, still breathing, still thinking. And it was this very fact that made him dangerous. He wasn’t just a player anymore-he was a survivor.

The hours following In-ho’s departure were tense, silent, and filled with anxiety. Gi-hun couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on him, watching his every move. He had to act fast.

His first goal was to gather information. Slowly, carefully, Gi-hun began to pay attention to every detail in his surroundings-the walls, the corners, the creaks in the floorboards, the flickering of the lights overhead. Every inch of the room held a clue, a potential way out.

He knew the layout of the complex, at least vaguely. He knows these places, what he saw while escaping recently and during his time as a player when he and the others managed to take over the guards' weapons

The device in his hand, the microchip, was a constant reminder of his situation. It felt colder now.

Gi-hun had no illusions about his chances. The odds were stacked against him, and every step he took carried the risk of discovery. But he had no choice. His life was worth less for him than their games, but he began planning.

Hours passed, each one stretching endlessly, as Gi-hun waited for the right moment. He had learned one thing: In-ho was unpredictable, but he was also arrogant. He wouldn’t expect Gi-hun to try to escape-not this soon, not after everything that had happened. The element of surprise was his advantage.

He had noticed a guard who came by the room regularly, always at the same time. The guard’s movements were predictable, almost robotic. There was a certain rhythm to his patrols-one Gi-hun could exploit. He waited until the guard passed by, the sound of boots fading down the hallway. Then, with deliberate care, he slipped from the bed and moved towards the door.

His heart raced, every beat pounding in his chest. He knew he couldn’t afford any mistakes. The silence of the room felt deafening now, as if the walls were holding their breath along with him.

Gi-hun moved quickly, taking only what he needed-a jacket, some water and he put the microchip in his pocket, he knew that if not the cameras, then the chip would be searched just in case, and he would gain some time even though it's obvious he can leave it wherever he wants

He made his way through the complex with the stealth of a shadow, using his knowledge of the layout to stay hidden. The path he took was dark, narrow, and unfamiliar, but it felt like freedom. The further he went, the more the oppressive atmosphere began to lift. It was as though each step he took away from the heart of the complex brought him closer to something more real-something that wasn’t governed by their rules.

While doing so, he found a strange room where he saw something resembling a balcony, he didn't care, but he wanted to throw the chip away somewhere, so he threw it down the structure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the outer perimeter of the compound, he could hear the faint sound of the ocean in the distance. He wasn’t far now. He just needed to find the way down.

Gi-hun’s breath came in short, shallow bursts as he moved along the rocky terrain, climbing downward toward the sound of the waves. The night was cold, the air thick with salt and the promise of something he hadn’t dared hope for in so long-freedom.

The island. The one he had been searching for.

Gi-hun stumbled forward, his legs shaky from exhaustion, his mind still reeling from everything that had happened. But there it was, just ahead-the jagged edge of the cliff meeting the dark expanse of the ocean, the island lying in the distance like a shadow in the water. The place he had dreamed of for so long, the place he was looking for recently.

He reached the edge of the rocky outcrop, looking down at the water below. The moonlight danced on the surface of the ocean, casting ripples of silver across the water. It was a beautiful sight, one that he hadn’t been able to fully appreciate before. He had been so consumed by survival and by trying to save others that he had forgotten how precious this world could be and that he is still alive after all those nightmares.

But now, with the island just within reach, Gi-hun’s hope flickered brighter than it had in days. He felt a strange mixture of relief and terror, the weight of everything he had endured weighing down on him even as he allowed himself to dream of what might come next.

Gi-hun started looking around to find some life, people who would help him get off this island so that he could later determine its location on the map and finally end everything...