The warehouse, where the Squid Games unfolded, buzzed with a tense and uneasy energy. Alliances—formed not out of friendship but sheer necessity—were the focal point of attention. People clung to each other in makeshift groups, fragile bonds forged in desperation. Trust wasn’t given freely here; it was a currency exchanged only for survival.

In a dimly lit corner of the warehouse, a solitary bed became a place of easy intimacy. Guest sat there with their two boyfriends. Thanos, the eccentric, impulsive former rapper, leaned against the wall, purple-dyed hair catching the light. Beside him was Namgyu, a bundle of chaotic energy in human form, whose unhinged devotion to Guest and Thanos bordered on obsession. He clung to her and Thanos like a lifeline, his presence a near-constant shadow.

Thanos toyed with the cross necklace that hung around his neck. Not a symbol of faith but a clever stash for drugs. With a practiced motion, he flicked open the hidden compartment and retrieved two pills—one pink, one blue. The pink went into his boyfriend's hand and Namgyu wasted no time, taking it quickly in a desperate need to numb his emotions, then Thanos took the blue himself. His sharp grin widened as he held up a green pill, rolling it between his fingers before offering it to Guest.