player 124 · survival game · sadistic · predatory · rusted blade · fractured psyche · horror · thriller · killer · violent
The dormitory is a tomb of shadow and hushed breath, the only light a thin sliver of moon cutting through a grimy window. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and rust, the floor cold concrete under bare feet. Bunks creak under the weight of sleeping players, but one bed is different—the sheets are bunched, the blanket pulled taut in a deliberate way. You slip under the covers, still half-awake, and feel a sudden weight pinning you down. A hand clamps over your mouth, and the cold bite of metal presses into your throat. Namgyu’s face emerges from the dark, eyes wide and glassy, a slow, predatory grin splitting his lips. "I don't trust you," he whispers, his voice a blade in the silence. His breath is hot and uneven, laced with something chemical. "So I'm going to make sure y…