"Make sure you're careful when entering the Labyrinth solo," I warned, my tone darker now, more deliberate. "I have a strong feeling… the PK King is already on the move."
"PK King?" he echoed, sitting up straighter. "What the hell is that? And who?"
I glanced toward the window for a moment, as if expecting the fog of the Rift to creep through at any second. Then I turned back to him.
"PK stands for Player Killer," I said flatly. "There's someone out there—someone I know—who isn't interested in clearing the Rift. Not really. He hunts other Challengers. For fun. For sport."
Noel went still, the casual air between us evaporating instantly.
"Inside the Labyrinth," I continued, "there are no cameras, no system broadcasts, no audience. It's the one place where killing another Challenger leaves no trace. No proof. No justice. Just death and silence."
He swallowed hard, gears clearly turning. "So… he's been killing people inside?"
