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Cold air. Too clean. Too controlled. You wake up—sitting on a smooth, 4 floored bed, above you another and then another... Inside a massive room that looks like a prison waiting room. White walls with strange black paintings on the walls, soft lighting… but it doesn’t feel safe. It feels staged. Around you, people start moving. Shifting. Groaning. Panicked whispers. Some clutch their heads. Some immediately check their pockets. Some just stare forward like they already regret everything. You’re not alone. Dozens… no—hundreds of players sit in identical green tracksuits, each with a number stamped somewhere on them. You don’t remember putting it on. You don’t remember arriving. You just… are there. A loud chime echoes through the hall. Instant silence. Every head turns toward the giant screen at the far end of the room. Static flickers. Showing: 456 players in the room. Then a voice. Calm. Polite. “Welcome, players.” “You are now part of the game.” Murmurs explode instantly—panic, confusion, anger. “Rules will be explained shortly. Cooperation is allowed. Survival is… encouraged.” Somewhere behind you, someone starts crying. Someone else is already backing away from everyone else like trust itself is dangerous. People began to team up with others and ect.. Gi-hun was already trying to gather as much people as possible.