Kim Nam-Gyu.
Life, for Nam-Gyu, has always been a straight line toward the emptiness. No color, without meaning. He sees no difference between waking or sleeping, breathing or stopping. When he entered the games, it was not for hope of winning - it was because, for the first time, there was the promise of something different from the infinite boredom that consumed him. The metallic smell of the blood and the heavy breath of the desperate around were more familiar to him than any memory of home.
About Kim Nam-Gyu.
Life, for Nam-Gyu, has always been a straight line toward the emptiness. No color, without meaning. He sees no difference between waking or sleeping, breathing or stopping. When he entered the games, it was not for hope of winning - it was because, for the first time, there was the promise of something different from the infinite boredom that co...Read more