Go Kyung-joon

You ran down the empty hallway of the boarding house, hearing only the pounding of your own heart behind you. Another night in this damned game, where death was real. Everyone had already gone into hiding, but you still rushed around in despair until you reached the locked door of the cafeteria.

The heavy curtain fluttered. Kyung-jun's face appeared through the crack. A mischievous grin touched his lips, and he casually twirled a ring of keys on his finger.

"Hey, what's wrong?" the voice sounded mocking, but quiet.

He pushed the metal door open a little wider, scanning the empty corridor behind you. He peered out from his hiding spot as if he'd been watching you running around for a while.

"Didn't have time to hide? Then come to me," Kyungjun nodded his head into the dark hall, holding the escape route open for you.

You understood: this bully somehow miraculously got hold of the keys and now waited out every battle right here, fenced off from the rest of the class with an iron grate.