The bunker, which had already been painted with blue paint several times, was then repainted with the crimson blood of the dead.
Sohyun scratched the bunker wall so hard that it made an unpleasant sound.
A loud noise reverberated through the small bunker, sending goosebumps down my spine.
Squeak-]
As I scratched the wall of the bunker, I saw letters written in red blood.
"Those who see this now, take note: Only one person can escape this hell."
It was probably the last thing he wrote before he died.
The most ideal world in our imagination, ‘utopia’, ended up becoming hell.
Foolish hopes also flowed away in vain.
It was clearly engraved in Sohyun's mind that these eight people could not all survive.
Sadly, only eight people survived the third round.
What that means is that the time has come when we must kill each other.
“… That’s why I said I wouldn’t give it to you.”
The words that came out of my mouth quietly were nothing short of tragic.
Fortunately, no one seemed to hear.
“…Thank you, Jeong So-hyeon.”
Seokjin sits next to Sohyun, breathing heavily and smiling hollowly.
“We can all get out.”
It was a lie, and another lie.
Seokjin always lies to Sohyun.
“Don’t get your hopes up.”
Only one of us will survive anyway.
Sohyun swallowed her words and looked at A, who was standing there like a robot.
- Before starting the 3rd round, we will make an announcement.
What was meant to happen has come.
- In these three rounds, only one person can leave Utopia.
Ah, I hoped you wouldn't come.
- Then, round 3 begins.
A turned back, and everyone except Sohyun and Seokjin looked at each other with wide eyes in confusion.
“What do you mean, just one person?”
“Don’t be surprised. You knew only one person could survive anyway.”
This time, Sohyun lied.
To Jeong-guk's question, which surprised her greatly, So-hyeon answered even more coldly.
Soon after, the sound of someone being stabbed with a knife was heard.
“Hey, Min Yoongi!”
Yun-gi was either listening intently to their conversation or thinking of something else, so he didn't say anything. Then, taking advantage of their moment of distraction, he stabbed himself in the stomach with a knife.
“Hey, wake up. Min Yoongi! Hey!”
Yoon-gi's expression, which seemed to have already passed away, looked more comfortable than anything else.
Sohyun grabbed Yoongi's shoulder and shook him as if she had lost her mind.
“Jung So-hyun. Stop it.”
It was Seokjin who held Sohyun's hand.
“What difference does this make? Min Yoongi is already dead.”
It was shocking.
No, maybe Seokjin was the most shocking.
Nothing was reflected in his eyes, transparently.
At that moment when only silence flowed, Hoseok got up in a hurry and knocked hard on the door A had left through.
"Hey, open the door. I don't ask for much. Please let me out. Get out, get Yoongi-hyung treated, and let us live well. Please."
I didn't even expect an answer, but there was none.
Ho-seok hit the door several times with the iron bar he was holding, but there was no sign of it breaking.
“… Min Yoongi is already dead.”
It was Sohyun who said that.
“I wonder if it was a good idea to come here.”
“…We shouldn’t fight among ourselves.”
Jungkook answered a question without a question mark.
Maybe it wasn't the answer to Sohyun's question.
“You know, Jeong So-hyeon.”
“…”
“Do you know how grateful I am?”
“…Hey Jeon Jungkook.”
“I’m 25 years old.”
“Come to your senses. Don’t think of anything else.”
“Probably your older sister? She’s the same age as Seokjin hyung.”
"hey."
“Thank you, Sohyun.”
“Are you crazy?”
"Actually, during this short time, it's funny how much I liked you. I even wanted to give you more. You have to survive."
After saying those words, Jeongguk gave a small greeting and hit his head hard with a hammer.
I learned that the only way out of this utopia was death.