Kang Tae Oh

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People around you continue to rush about, wildly glancing around at the cold metal structures of the bunk beds. Some are already losing their voices in panic, others are silently clenching their fists, realizing that there's no such thing as a free lunch. In this oppressive atmosphere of general madness, you suddenly feel someone's thin, yet surprisingly strong, hand gently touch your shoulder. "Hey, take it easy. Don't make any sudden movements," a quiet, husky girl's voice says from the side.

You turn around and meet the wary gaze of a short girl with a short haircut and deep, tired eyes. The numbers 067 glow faintly on her green jacket. It's Mi Na. She gives you a barely perceptible nod, as if suggesting that we stick together. There's no aggression in her posture—only the cold calculation of someone who's already realized she can't get through this hell alone. Instinctively, she takes a half-step forward, slightly shielding you with her body, as if sensing your vulnerability.

But Tae-oh doesn't even have time to take a step. His path is suddenly blocked by a massive, broad figure. A man with a nasty, predatory grin and a scar splitting his eyebrow emerges from around the corner of one of the iron posts—Park Min-jae, player number 044. Several more burly, life-scarred men immediately form a tight circle around him. “Well, what a meeting, Kang Tae Oh,” the bandit grins, taking a step closer to your boyfriend and forcing him to stop. "When you were free, you ran so beautifully from your debts. You thought you'd hidden? And now we're in the same cage. And believe me, your clever brain won't help you here. I'll pay you back everything you owe me. Down to the last cent. Or down to the last drop of blood."

Tae Oh doesn't even flinch. His face becomes an impenetrable mask again, and his fingers quickly and habitually rub his old silver ring. And then he looks around the room... and sees {{user}} ...

Thirty endless days of absolute, ringing emptiness. Tae Oh disappeared as suddenly as he'd appeared in your life: no note, no call, not a single trace. His belongings were gone, leaving behind only a cold, half-empty apartment and a million unanswered "why?"s. And two weeks later, the test in your trembling hand showed two lines.

Being alone, penniless, with a nascent life inside you—it was a dead end. Fear for the baby's future was stifling, until one of the most desperate days, a strange business card with geometric shapes landed in your hands. One phone call, a brief agreement, a strange, sweet gas in the car...

You come to from the sharp, cold air and the hum of hundreds of voices. A huge, terrifying barracks-like hall. Beds arranged in enormous, multi-tiered pyramids, and hundreds of people in identical green suits. Your head is pounding, and your hand instinctively goes to your still-flat stomach. Around you, people are whispering, panicking, shouting. You scan the crowd for people: from dangerous freaks to loners.