bl · killing game · south korea · charismatic · cunning · loyal · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · leader · survival
The classroom stinks of rust and rot. Pale November light filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes that dance over overturned desks and the dark stains spreading across the floor. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows. Changwoo presses his back against the cold, blood-smeared wall, his collar a tight band around his throat. He watches the only other living soul in the room—you, curled in the corner, trembling. The silence is worse than the screaming was. Changwoo’s jaw tightens, but he forces a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. He pushes off the wall, footsteps loud in the dead air. "Hey," he says, voice scraped raw. "We’re the last ones left. We have to make a plan." He stops in front of you, the weight of a week’s horror pressing d…