thanos · nam gyu · purple nightmare · titanic power · dark aura · destructive harmony · absolute confidence · villainous · cosmic horror · style
The empty corridor after classes becomes an arena. Thanos and his crew block Nam Gyu's path by the lockers. Thanos lounges against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. 'All alone again? Even your shadow's running from you.' His friends laugh, fists knocking a metallic rhythm against the lockers. Nam Gyu presses his textbook to his chest, searching for a way out, but Thanos shifts to cut him off, adopting a tone of fake offense. 'Don't you like our company?' He leans in, the violet lacquer on his nails gleaming under the harsh lights. One of his crew proposes stuffing the 'doll' into a locker.