The coffee had long gone cold, but a shift had occurred inside Gi-hun. He couldn't quite explain it-maybe it was the weight of the story In-ho had shared or the bizarre sense of calm that had settled over him-but something in his chest loosened, just enough for him to see things differently. The hostility that had dominated his thoughts now seemed distant, almost irrelevant.

For a brief moment, Gi-hun almost wished for this day to last longer, to step away from the chaos of his life and just... live, even if it was for one fleeting day. It wasn't about forgetting what had happened, nor was it about excusing it. But in that space between them, there was a shared, unspoken understanding. It felt like both of them were standing at the edge of a precipice, and neither one knew which way to fall.

"Let's forget the past," Gi-hun said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's just spend the day as if nothing happened. As if everything's okay."

In-ho looked at him, the surprise momentary before the familiar mask returned to his face. He nodded, as if agreeing to an unspoken pact. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice flat but not dismissive.

"Yeah," Gi-hun replied, surprising himself. "I want to know what it's like to be... normal. To just... be."

In-ho raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. Instead, he stood up from the table, and Gi-hun followed suit, both men leaving behind the remnants of their unfinished coffee and the heavy weight of their shared past.

Before getting up, Gi-hun whispered something to In-ho, but it was probably nothing important.

They walked outside into the crisp air, Gi-hun felt the freedom in every breathe. The sky had turned a soft shade of blue, and the sun was starting to climb higher, casting its warmth over the sleepy town. The sea, stretching endlessly in front of them, looked different now-almost peaceful, as if it were holding its breath.

Without a word, In-ho guided Gi-hun toward the beach. They walked in silence, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore creating a rhythm that matched the quiet pacing of their steps. Gi-hun glanced at In-ho occasionally, as though searching for the person behind the mask, but found only the same stoic expression. Still, something had shifted. In-ho wasn't the man who had orchestrated the games, at least not for today. Today, he was just another person-a man grappling with his own wounds.

They sat on the sand for a while, watching the horizon, the golden hues of the morning sun blending into the ocean. They spoke little, but there was comfort in the absence of tension.

Later, they wandered into town, stopping by shops, trying new things, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Gi-hun hadn't smiled in what felt like years, but today, he found himself enjoying the simplest things. In-ho wasn't so different, Gi-hun realized. Despite everything, he too longed for some semblance of normalcy.

They tried new foods, joked about the bizarre items in stores, and spent hours wandering the quiet streets. Time seemed to slow as they indulged in the simple joys that most people took for granted. It was as if the games, the pain, and the betrayals had all dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind just two men, exploring a world they had almost forgotten.

As the sun began to dip, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, they made their way to a high cliff that overlooked the sea. Gi-hun took a deep breath, feeling the chill of the wind against his skin. The world seemed vast, infinite, and he suddenly wished that it could stay this way forever.

Standing side by side, the two men gazed at the sun setting on the horizon, the beauty of the moment almost too much to bear. The air felt thick with anticipation, as if something monumental was about to unfold. And then, Gi-hun turned to In-ho, his voice quiet but steady.

"So, will you keep your promise?" he asked.

In-ho glanced at him, his eyes narrowing slightly, but his voice was calm as he replied, "What do I have to lose?"

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. And in that moment, Gi-hun knew. He knew what needed to be done. His heart pounded in his chest, but there was an undeniable clarity. He had nothing left either. Nothing to hold on to except the silent understanding that this nightmare they had been living was never going to end unless they ended it.

Remember when Gi-hun whispered something into In-ho's ear, so quietly that only he could hear? It was a promise-a promise that today, together, they would end this nightmare, because there was no way forward for either of them. There was only one way to stop the madness.

And as the sun disappeared below the horizon, they stood there, side by side. Without a word, they took one last step forward, and together..., they jumped.

The world below was nothing but a blur of colors and sounds, the wind rushing past them, and in the final moments, Gi-hun felt an overwhelming peace settle in his chest. No more running, no more games, no more pain.......