"Don't trust me," the boy spat as they stood 50 feet above the concrete floor.
"I don't have to trust you to save you," Gi-hun replied, his eyes hardened by the 45.6 billion won blood money already in his pocket. "Don't trust me," the boy spat as they
As the music began—a haunting, orchestral version of a nursery rhyme—Gi-hun realized the game had changed. It wasn't about surviving anymore; it was about dismantling the machine from the inside. But in a room where every floor panel was a trap and every player was a desperate weapon, the line between a hero and a monster began to blur. "Don't trust me
"He’s coming back," In-ho whispered, his voice distorted by the mask. " Gi-hun replied