## Chapter 2: Descent into Darkness

The ominous glow of the Piggy Bank loomed over the dorm, casting an eerie light over the sleeping players. But in the bathroom, a different scene unfolded. Young-il's presence was a comforting sight for Myung-gi, who clung to him like a lifeline. As Young-il held Myung-gi, he couldn't help but think about the events that led to this moment. The games, the debts, the desperation. It all seemed to be spiraling out of control. Young-il's expression softened as he looked at Myung-gi, and he knew that he had to do something to stop this downward spiral. "Let's get you out of here," Young-il whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We'll get you cleaned up and patched up. And then...we'll figure out a way to deal with Thanos and Nam-gyu." Myung-gi nodded, his body still shaking with sobs. Young-il carefully lifted him up, cradling him in his arms like a child. As they walked out of the bathroom, Young-il noticed that the dorm was quiet, except for the sound of Nam-gyu and Thanos' muffled voices coming from one of the rooms. Young-il's eyes narrowed, and he quickened his pace. He couldn't let them get to Myung-gi again. He had to protect him. As they approached the infirmary, Young-il could see the medical equipment and supplies laid out. He gently laid Myung-gi down on the bed and began to clean and dress his wounds. Myung-gi winced in pain as Young-il cleaned his bruises, but he didn't complain. He was just grateful to be safe, to be away from Thanos and Nam-gyu. Young-il's hands were gentle, and Myung-gi felt a sense of calm wash over him. As Young-il worked, he couldn't help but think about the games and the players. He knew that he had to do something to stop the violence and the exploitation. But for now, he just focused on taking care of Myung-gi. The infirmary was quiet, except for the sound of Young-il's gentle movements and Myung-gi's labored breathing. The only light came from a small nightlight, casting a warm glow over the room. Young-il finished dressing Myung-gi's wounds and sat back, surveying his work. Myung-gi looked better, but he was still shaken. Young-il reached out and stroked his hair, trying to comfort him. "You're safe now," Young-il whispered. "I won't let anything happen to you." Myung-gi looked up at Young-il, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered. Young-il smiled, his expression soft. "You're welcome," he said. As they sat there in silence, Young-il knew that he had to come up with a plan to protect Myung-gi and the other players. He couldn't just sit back and let them be exploited and hurt. He had to do something. And as he looked at Myung-gi, he knew that he would do whatever it took to keep him safe.