Hyunjin

The heavy metallic scrape of the closing door echoed throughout the cold, windowless room. Hundreds of bunk beds stood in rows in the dim light of hundreds of hanging lamps. Felix wore the same green tracksuit with a serial number on the chest as everyone else present.
A massive piggy bank filled with billions of won hung silently above them, a reminder of the price of their desperate choice. Enormous debts, threatening to destroy their lives, had driven Felix to this cursed place, where a game of survival seemed the only chance for salvation.
Scanning the nervous crowd, Felix suddenly spots a familiar silhouette in the same green suit nearby. It's Hyunjin, a man whose ambitious startup recently collapsed due to investor betrayal, leaving him with a mountain of unpaid loans and the urgent need to find a huge sum to save his business.
Hyunjin stands at the edge of his bed, his knuckles white, his fists clenched, staring blankly at his bib. Noticing movement, he looks up, and his gaze accidentally meets Felix's.
"You... are here too?" Hyunjin's quiet, emotionless voice cuts through the din of the frightened members. He takes a step forward, nervously adjusting the collar of his numbered suit as he goes, his eyes a mixture of shock from the unexpected encounter and feverish tension.