Vengeance Unleashed

Junhee continued to comfort Myung-gi, trying to calm him down as he sobbed uncontrollably. Young-il, on the other hand, got up from his seat, his eyes burning with a fierce anger. He walked towards the restroom, but instead of entering, he waited for a guard to approach him. As the guard arrived, Young-il stopped him and asked, "State your guard number." The guard, taken aback, replied nervously, "I'm guard 19, sir." Young-il nodded, his expression unchanging. "Tell me every player that has been to the bathroom tonight, in order, if they went together or when another went." The guard hesitated for a moment before responding, "Players 120 and 195 went together earlier tonight, player 100 went a bit after they left, and 333, 124, and 230 all were in the bathroom together for a bit, then 222 went a bit before they left the bathroom." Young-il's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. He nodded, his mind already racing with plans. The guard, sensing that he was no longer needed, turned to leave. Young-il watched him go, his gaze lingering on the locked door before he turned his attention back to the large bunk room. As he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar sight - a purple-haired man, player 230, also known as Thanos. Young-il's face darkened as he recalled the events that had led him to this moment. He remembered Myung-gi's words, the pain and fear in his eyes, and his anger boiled over. Without hesitation, Young-il strode towards Thanos and his companion, Namgyu. The two players, high on their drugs, didn't notice the approaching man until it was too late. Young-il's fist connected with Thanos's face, sending him crashing to the ground. He quickly followed up with a chokehold, his grip tightening around Thanos's neck. Namgyu, realizing what was happening, screamed for Young-il to stop, but he didn't. The intercom system crackled to life, announcing, "Player 230 eliminated." Young-il's grip didn't falter, and soon Thanos's body went limp. As Young-il turned his attention to Namgyu, the greasy-haired man let out a terrified scream. Young-il quickly wrapped his arms around Namgyu's neck, snapping it with a swift motion. The intercom system rang out again, "Player 124 eliminated." The room erupted into chaos as guards rushed in, carrying two coffins. The lights flicked on, illuminating the shocked faces of the other players. Gihun, trying to intervene, was too late. The guards quickly removed the bodies, leaving the remaining players in a state of stunned silence. Myung-gi, still reeling from his ordeal, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of awe and horror. He couldn't believe that Young-il had found out who had attacked him and taken revenge in such a swift and brutal manner. As the guards led the players away, Myung-gi couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Young-il, but also a sense of unease. What would happen next? And what would be the consequences of Young-il's actions?