**Deception and Betrayal**

Young-il lied, they weren’t finding a way out; actually, Young-il was navigating them to one of the hidden elevators that scanned the faces of game employees to enter. As he made his way there with Myung-gi, a group of other players stumbled into them. At first, the other players were scared, thinking they were guards, but they quickly realized that this wasn’t the case. The group consisted of Thanos, Namgyu, and a few others from Thanos’s group. They looked tired and scared, but they seemed relieved to have found others. Young-il instructed them to walk in front of him, and they obliged. Myung-gi felt a sense of unease as he watched the others move ahead. In one swift movement, Young-il pulled Myung-gi closer and covered his mouth with a powerful grip. Using his other hand, he shot the two players in front of them, making sure he left one alive. Myung-gi’s eyes widened in horror as he watched the scene unfold. Young-il then turned on one of the stolen walkie-talkies that the players were using to communicate and radioed Gihun. "Gihun, I’m sorry we couldn’t make it. Please forgive us and live on for us." As Myung-gi struggled to break free, Inho stumbled out, acting as if he was in pain, and shot the player he had kept alive, killing him. Young-il switched channels to the guards’ channel and firmly stated, "Wrap up the rebellion. Keep Gihun and his little friend alive and stationary." Myung-gi felt like crying as he squirmed in Young-il’s tight grip, scared for his life. Young-il moved his second hand over to Myung-gi’s face and gently caressed it, a stark contrast to the violence he had just displayed. "Don’t struggle, Myung-gi," Young-il said, his voice low and soothing. "This will all be over soon." With that, Young-il grabbed his handgun and knocked Myung-gi out with the barrel. Myung-gi’s world went dark as he fell limp in Young-il’s arms. Young-il gently picked up the now unconscious Myung-gi and walked to the elevator. He allowed it to scan his face before entering, then clicked the top floor, the frontman’s room. The elevator scanned his face once again, and the doors slid open. As the elevator moved, Young-il’s expression remained calm and collected. But deep down, he was calculating and planning, his true intentions for Myung-gi and the other players still unknown. The game was far from over, and Young-il’s role in it was more complex than anyone could have imagined.