**The Spin of Fate**

Myung-gi hadn't interacted with the man again until the third game, Mingle. The game took place in a massive, circle-shaped room with a dizzying array of colors and lights. The air was electric with anticipation as the players milled about, waiting for the game to begin. In the middle of the room was a circular platform that the players were forced to stand on. The platform began to spin, and the music for the game blared through the speakers, making it difficult for Myung-gi to think straight. As the platform spun, Myung-gi scanned the crowd, his eyes searching for a familiar face. He had seen JunHee, his ex-girlfriend, earlier in the game, and he knew she was pregnant with his baby. He had been trying to find her all game, but so far, no luck. The platform continued to spin, and Myung-gi felt his stomach drop as the music reached a crescendo. Suddenly, the platform stopped spinning, and a loud voice boomed through the speakers, "Two!" The room fell silent as players scrambled to find a partner. Myung-gi took off, his eyes scanning the crowd for JunHee. But before he could even make a move, a hand grasped his arm, and he was pulled towards a nearby door. Myung-gi tried to struggle, but the grip was like a vice. He was dragged into a small room, and the door locked behind them with a loud clang. Myung-gi turned to face his captor, and his eyes widened in shock. It was Player 001, the old man who had saved him from the beating a few days ago. Myung-gi's mind reeled as he thought about JunHee. Was she okay? Had she found a partner? The thought of her being trapped in a room with who-knew-who made his stomach twist with anxiety. He paced back and forth in the small room, his eyes fixed on Player 001. As if sensing Myung-gi's unease, Player 001 spoke up, "My name is Young-il, by the way." Myung-gi stopped pacing and stared at him, his mind still racing with thoughts of JunHee. "What about you?" Young-il asked, his dark brown eyes glinting with a knowing light. Myung-gi sighed, feeling a sense of unease. This probably wasn't the time for introductions, but he played along. "I'm Myung-gi." Young-il smiled, and Myung-gi felt a shiver run down his spine. There was something unsettling about the old man's smile. As they stood there, the sounds of gunshots and screams echoed through the hallway outside their room. Myung-gi's anxiety spiked, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. They would be trapped in this room for at least 30 minutes, and he had no idea what was happening outside. Young-il seemed to sense his unease, and his smile grew wider. Myung-gi tried to look away, but he couldn't help but be drawn back to the old man's eyes. They seemed to bore into his soul, and Myung-gi felt a sense of dread wash over him. As the minutes ticked by, Myung-gi's ears rang with the sounds of chaos and destruction. He slid down the wall, sitting on the bloody floor, and tried to calm his racing heart. Young-il watched him, his eyes never leaving Myung-gi's face. The air in the room was thick with tension, and Myung-gi couldn't shake the feeling that he was in grave danger. He glanced up at Young-il, and their eyes met once again. This time, Myung-gi saw something in Young-il's gaze that made his blood run cold. It was a glint of excitement, a spark of anticipation that made Myung-gi wonder what he had gotten himself into.