That night, Hamin and I met outside the old Gangsu Metro. It looked even scarier in person—fenced off, broken lights, completely dead.
Both of us wore black hoodies and jeans. We had nothing but the cards in our pockets.
"Still time to run," Hamin muttered.
"Still broke," I answered.
We hopped the broken fence, stepping into complete silence. Everything smelled like dust and rusted metal. The deeper we went, the colder it got.
Track 6 was exactly where the email said.
And waiting for us… were five men in strange uniforms. Their suits looked like something between military gear and a hazmat suit. Hard to tell in the dark, but they all wore the same glowing emblem on their chest.
"Cards," one of them said flatly.
We handed them over.
They scanned them with a small device. A green light blinked.
*"Candidates verified."*
Before we could react, two of them stepped forward and sprayed something in our faces. A sharp, icy gas filled my lungs. My vision blurred instantly.
"Wha—?" I tried to shout, but everything spun.
I saw Hamin falling beside me. My knees buckled.
Darkness swallowed everything.
But just before I blacked out, I thought one thing:
*This better be worth it.*
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