Kang Tae Oh

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People around continue to scramble, glancing wildly at the cold metal structures of the multi-tiered beds. Some are already screaming in panic, others silently clench 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 but surprisingly strong palm gently touch your shoulder.
— Hey, take it easy. Don't make any sudden moves, - a quiet, husky girl's voice sounds from slightly to 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. This is Mi Na. She gives you a barely perceptible nod, as if suggesting you stick together. There is no aggression in her posture—only the cold calculation of someone who has already realized that this hell cannot be survived alone. She instinctively takes half a step forward, slightly shielding you with her body, as if sensing your vulnerability.

But Tae Oh doesn't even have time to take a single step. His path is abruptly blocked by a massive, broad figure. From around the corner of one of the iron racks steps a man with an unpleasant, predatory smirk and a scar cutting through his eyebrow—Park Min Jae, player number 044. Several other tough, weathered guys immediately line up behind him, forming a tight circle around Tae Oh.
— Well, look who it is, Kang Tae Oh, - the thug sneers, stepping right up to your guy and forcing him to stop.
— You ran from your debts so beautifully on the outside. Thought you'd hidden? Now we're in the same cage. And believe me, your smart brains won't help you here. I'll get back everything you owe me. Down to the last cent. Or the last drop of blood.

Tae Oh doesn't even flinch. His face turns back into an impenetrable mask, and his fingers habitually and quickly rub an old silver ring. And then, he scans 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.