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[Ui-gyeom breathing heavily]

[Main theme]

[Tense music playing]

[Birds chirping]

(Student 1) I didn’t look.

(Bully 1) Yes, you did.

– (Student 1) I didn’t loo— – (Bully 1) Hey!

Who do you think you are, staring at me like that, huh?

(Bully 2) Hey, wanna die?

I said why were you staring, not “I’m sorry.”

– Sor— – (Bully 2) Ugh, damn.

[Bully 3 sighs] (Bully 3) Why’d you stare?

(Student 1) I didn’t look.

You totally did.

(Bully 3) If some loser like you stared at you,

would you feel good?

Huh?

Hansik says he feels gross. [Thud]

– Sorry! – (Bully 1) Get a grip.

– (Bully 3) Damn it. – (Student 1) Sorry.

(Bully 3) I asked why you stared, huh?

(Bully 1) You crazy or what?

(Student 1) I’m sorry.

(Bully 3) Stop saying sorry already!

[Bully 1 laughs]

(Student 1) Sorry.

(Bully 3) Ah, this punk!

(Bully 1) Wanna die?

(Bully 3) Wanna die?

[Bullies gasp]

Ah, damn.

(Gi-su) What are you guys doing?

(Student 1) Help me…

What?

Help me.

(Gi-su) No one’s going to help you.

So you’ll just have to—

—you’ll have to—

handle it yourself.

[Sigh]

[Bully 2 exhales awkwardly] Good work.

[Laughter]

(Bully 1) What the?

– (Bully 2) Damn. – (Bully 1) Lost it?

(Bully 3) What’s that, gonna stab me?

(Bully 1) What? It says “Help me”?

(Bully 3) Go on, stab me.

– Come on, do it. – (Bully 1) Haven’t had enough?

– (Bully 3) Stab me! – (Bully 1) Hey.

(Bully 3) Stab me!

(Bully 1) Think you can, idiot?

(Bully 3) Do it, you geek!

[Student 1 breathing hard] Do it—stab me!

[Stabbing sound] (Bully 1) Huh?

– Hey, Jung-il! – (Bully 2) Jung-il!

[Bully 3 groans] (Bully 1) Jung-il!

(Bully 2) Hey, Jung-il, you okay?

You’re bleeding! [Gi-su exhales]

[Heavy breathing] [Ki-yun groans]

(Ui-gyeom) Bullying weak kids makes you feel tough, huh?

[Ominous music] [Pained groan]

[Ui-gyeom grunts] [Ki-yun groans]

[Ki-yun groans]

[Ki-yun strains] [Ui-gyeom pants]

(Ki-yun) Spare me…

[Ui-gyeom grunts]

(Ui-gyeom) What?

[Ui-gyeom scoffs]

– (Ki-yun) Please! – (Ui-gyeom) Fine.

I’ll spare you.

[Ui-gyeom pants]

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Ki-yun groans]

[Bullies groan]

[Ki-yun groans in pain]

[Ui-gyeom grunts]

[Ki-yun groans]

[Heavy breathing]

[Intense music]

[Pained groan]

[Heavy breathing]

[Ui-gyeom grunts]

(Da-bin) Stop it!

[Grunt]

[Pained groan]

[Ui-gyeom pants]

[Ui-gyeom grunts] [Ki-yun groans]

(Yoon-ki) Hey, hey, hey!

[Ui-gyeom yells] Stop it!

[Laboured breath] Stop!

(Ui-gyeom) Move.

(Yoon-ki) I said quit it, damn it!

Quit what, you punk?

[Yoon-ki breathing hard]

Scum like this should be killed.

Huh?

(Yoon-ki) Kim Ui-gyeom, hey!

That’s enough. [Ui-gyeom pants]

Enough? Enough of what?

Bastards like this need a savage beating to learn—

I said cut it out! Damn it!

[Ui-gyeom chuckles]

[Heavy breathing]

– (Yoon-ki) Hey. – (Ui-gyeom) Move.

(Yoon-ki) Ugh, damn.

[Ui-gyeom breathing hard] [Metal pipe dragging]

[Tense music]

[Pained groan]

[Heavy breathing]

[Ki-yun groans]

[Music intensifies]

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Ui-gyeom breathing hard]

[Ominous music]

[Metal pipe clatters]

[Heavy breathing]

[Laboured breathing]

[Heavy breathing]

(Yoon-ki) Yeah…

…but we still have to be different from them.

[Ui-gyeom breathing hard]

(Ui-gyeom) Hey.

You ever smoked?

A few times in middle school.

Couldn’t get into it.

Just hurt my throat.

(Ui-gyeom) So? How is it?

Told you—only hurts.

[Yoon-ki exhales]

Earlier…

…I really wanted one.

“Is that why people smoke?”

Hey.

[Somber music] You went too far back there.

(Ui-gyeom) What?

We almost caused an accident.

You got way too fired up.

He pulled a weapon first.

(Ui-gyeom) He beats on kids all the time!

(Yoon-ki) And if we become like him—

—is that okay?

We’re different.

We…

…only hit the bad guys.

Why?

Hey, Kang Yoon-ki.

You started this.

(Ui-gyeom) Isn’t this what you wanted?

[Phone vibrating]

Hold on, I need to take this call.

(Yoon-ki) Yes, ma’am.

W-what? Ji-seong?

Yes… I’ll come right now.

Okay.

Ui-gyeom, quick—

I’ve got somewhere to be.

Let’s grab clothes and go.

We gotta change fast.

[Sigh]

[Calm music]

(Student 2) Hey—ace the mock exam?

(Student 3) Yeah, right.

(Student 2) 씨발.

What was the last answer?

(Student 3) Choice 4, no?

(Student 4) Yo, look at this!

The Kyung-un bullies got wrecked.

“Two guys in masks”?

(Student 3) What? Lemme see!

(Student 2) I know them.

A Seomun kid told me—

their bullies got smashed by those two,

now they can’t even talk back.

(Student 3) Who are they?

Maybe YouTubers? [Students laugh]

(Student 4) They should come here

and trash our bullies too.

(Student 2) [Sighs] Seriously.

Should I post something?

Like “Come kill our bullies”?

(Student 3) Yeah—do it.

(Student 4) Where do I post?

Anywhere and everywhere.

(Student 4) Everywhere?

Then the bullies will see it,

the masked guys won’t.

Bullies will show up instead. [Laughs]

(Student 4) Man, you talk nonsense.

[Yoon-ki panting]

You’re here, Yoon-ki.

(Ji-seong’s Mom) Come in. (Yoon-ki) Hello.

[Yoon-ki breathing hard]

(Yoon-ki) Ji-seong…

D-do you recognize me?

[Mother trembles]

[Voice quivers]

Thank goodness.

I’m so relieved.

[Soft music]

(Ji-seong’s Mom) Our Yoon-ki…

He worried about you so much.

Every single month, once or twice, he came to see you.

[Sobbing]

Why are you sleeping so long?

[Voice trembling] Oh…

[Yoon-ki sobs]

Thank goodness, damn it.

[Yoon-ki sniffles]

Ji-seong, thank you, really, th—

Thank you.

[Yoon-ki sniffles]

[Frustrated breathing]

Two of them left. Two.

I won’t let those bastards off.

(Da-bin) Yes, I’m much better now.

Yes, Director.

I’m thinking of getting back to work.

I should be able to start next week.

[Door lock beeps]

Okay.

[Door unlocks]

Oh—sorry, Director, my child’s dad just walked in.

Yes.

I’ll see you next week then.

[Door locks] Yes.

[Da-bin sighs]

Tomorrow at lunchtime,

workers will come and clear out that room.

“That room”? What room?

[Clattering]

(Da-bin) Which room are you talking about?

Tell me.

Whose room do you mean?

(Seok-tae) I think Ui-gyeom can’t focus because of that room.

[Liquor pouring]

[Bottle cap closes] Clearing it is the right thing.

I’m asking whose room it is!

Whose room is it, huh?

Why can’t you just say it’s Su-gyeom’s room?

Why can’t you even say Su-gyeom’s name?

[Heavy music]

[Seok-tae sighs]

We’ve

suffered enough.

It’s time to focus on Ui-gyeom now.

Have you noticed Ui-gyeom’s changed lately?

Do you even know?

New bruises appear on his face every day.

[Papers rustling shut]

What are you talking about?

You don’t see things like that, do you?

All you see are his grades.

(Da-bin) Su-gyeom was stressed and beat Ui-gyeom,

just like that,

and now Ui-gyeom is stressed and fighting.

[Keypad beeps]

[Door unlocks]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Door locks]

(Ui-gyeom) I’m home.

Kim Ui-gyeom.

Ui-gyeom, go to your room.

Kim Ui-gyeom.

Yes.

[Sigh]

Bring me that cassette player.

[Ominous music]

Why?

I said bring it.

Why lug around something that’s broken?

Are you protesting against your dad?

Ui-gyeom, get inside, now.

Kim Ui-gyeom!

(Seok-tae) I said bring the cassette.

[Sigh]

Dad,

this was Hyung’s favorite.

You always say you want me to be like him.

Why?

What did I do wrong?

Dad,

do you even know why he liked this?

What?

He said when he put on the headphones,

he could go somewhere you weren’t.

[Da-bin’s shaky breath]

[Scoffs]

So, you little punk,

he was weak—that’s why—

(Seok-tae) I…

—that happened to him.

[Sigh]

He just couldn’t take it,

couldn’t endure!

[Heavy music] [Sobbing]

You, Dad,

killed him.

[Da-bin gasps]

U-Ui-gyeom…

Dad.

Seriously—

do you really want me to end up like Hyung?

Please, snap out of it.

[Ui-gyeom trembling breath]

Ui-gyeom.

Mom, you’re no different.

You and Dad—

—you killed Hyung.

[Ui-gyeom groans in pain]

[Male trembling breath]

[Ui-gyeom groans]

[Male trembling breath]

[Ui-gyeom gasps] [Shaky breathing]

[Pained groan]

[Plane engine rumbling]

[Explosion]

[Tense music]

(Yoon-ki) Pi Do-il, 11th grade, Daenam High.

He’s in a shuttered bar on the second floor.

He’s inside right now.

Don’t lose control like last time.

Why not?

They’re jerks—bad ones.

We have to stay different from them.

And lately you look dangerous.

Don’t worry.

We’re different.

Because we are.

[Exciting music rises]

(Yoon-ki) Well, well—Daenam’s finest all in one spot.

Daenam High bullies.

(Do-il) Whoa, they actually showed!

[Gang laughs]

So you’re the two masked freaks.

Took out Nam-hyub, then Ki-yoon—

guess it’s my turn now?

Who the hell are you?

We sweet-talked Gwang-pal,

so he told us you’d be here.

Too bad, huh?

He ratted you out just to tag along.

Right, Gwang-pal?

[Do-il chuckles]

[Nervous laugh]

—Laughing? —Huh?

Laughing? [Gwang-pal groans]

[Gwang-pal groans in pain]

If you can run,

then run.

[Driving beat builds]

Something’s off here.

(Ui-gyeom) Scared?

(Yoon-ki) Me? *Scoffs*

[Metal pipe clatters]

Come on!

[Both yell]

[Thug yells] [Ui-gyeom strikes]

[Thug groans] [Pipe skitters]

[Another thug cries out]

[Ui-gyeom panting]

[Both shout]

[Yoon-ki grunts]

[Ui-gyeom panting]

[Ui-gyeom yells]

[Thug shouts]

[Thug groans]

[Another thug struggles]

[Thug screams] (Ui-gyeom) Die!

[Yoon-ki grunts]

[Yoon-ki yells]

[Thugs groan]

[Another thug yells]

[Thug groans]

[New thug yells]

[Thug screams]

[Yoon-ki yells] Damn—

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Pained groan]

(Yoon-ki) Ui-gyeom!

Damn—!

[Yoon-ki yells] [Thug groans]

[Another thug yells]

[Thug groans]

[Pained grunt]

[Heavy breathing]

[Crash]

[Thug groans]

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Ui-gyeom panting]

[Thugs yell]

[Thugs groan]

[Ui-gyeom gasping]

(Yoon-ki) You okay, Ui-gyeom?

(Ui-gyeom) Yeah.

[Another thug yells]

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Both grunt]

[Thug yells] [Yoon-ki grunts]

[Thug 16 yells]

[Thud] [Thugs groan]

[Ui-gyeom grunts]

[Yoon-ki shouts] [Thugs groan in pain]

[Thug groans]

(Yoon-ki) Get up.

[Yoon-ki & Ui-gyeom breathing hard]

[Tense music]

(Do-il) Hey, Red Mask—you fight well.

Let’s wrap this up.

[Music intensifies] [Loud fighting]

[Yoon-ki cries out]

[Yoon-ki groans]

Wait, wait, wait—hold on!

[Yoon-ki panting]

Who are you, man?

What the…?

Kang Yoon?

[Laughs] Look at this son of a—

Nerdy little punk—unbelievable.

[Laughter]

Hey— [Yoon-ki snorts]

What are you?

Trying to get revenge on us, huh?

Because of that punk Ji-seong?

(Ui-gyeom) Let go of me, you bastards!

[Ui-gyeom strains]

(Do-il) What’s with him?

[Angry breathing]

Hey, calm down—listen.

[Ui-gyeom panting]

Hey, who are you?

I’m the high-school superhero, punk.

[Grunt] [Do-il groans]

[Thug groans]

(Thug 19) This bastard—

[Ui-gyeom shouts]

[Yoon-ki shouts]

[Do-il roars]

[Heavy breathing]

Come on, Pi Do-il!

Kang Yoon-ki!

You crazy?

[Yoon-ki shouts]

[Yoon-ki groans]

[Do-il grunts] [Crash]

(Do-il) Agh—damn it! (씨발)

How do we smash this jerk?

[Do-il grunts]

[Do-il groans]

[Do-il grunts]

[Yoon-ki grunts] [Do-il groans]

[Do-il groans]

(Ui-gyeom) Move! Get out here—fuck!

[Thugs gasp]

[Yoon-ki grunts] [Thugs gasp]

[Yoon-ki shouts]

[Exciting music]

(Yoon-ki) Ui-gyeom!

(Ui-gyeom) Come here—right now!

Come on!

[Commotion]

(Do-il) Grab them!

Hurry up, damn it! (씨발)

[Yoon-ki grunts]

[Ui-gyeom grunts] (Do-il) Outta the way!

Hey! [Do-il grunts]

[Thugs grunt]

[Car horn]

(Yoon-ki) Run!

[Thrilling music]

[Car horn]

[Yoon-ki & Ui-gyeom breathing hard]

[Thugs panting]

Hey!

(Do-il) Stop right there!

[Do-il shouts]

Get ’em!

[Do-il roars]

Ugh—they’re friggin’ fast!

[Angry shout]

[Thugs shout]

[Do-il keeps yelling]

(Do-il) What the—what the—?

– (Ui-gyeom) Hey, Kim Seung-jun! – (Do-il) Over there!

Ask him for help!

(Do-il) Motorbike—stop that bike!

(Ui-gyeom) Swing over!

– (Yoon-ki) Go, go, go! – (Ui-gyeom) Go!

[Thugs shout]

[Grunt]

[Thugs cursing]

[Screaming]

[Yoon-ki panting]

Go on—I’m working.

(Ui-gyeom) Sorry.

[Scoffs]

This bike

saved you today.

Beat it, man.

You don’t owe me anymore.

(Seung-jun) I’ve still gotta deliver.

Thanks.

(Yoon-gi) Ui-gyeom.

Need to talk.

What?

More revenge?

Hey, Kang Yoon-gi—

Did you think I wouldn’t see what happened back there?

Hey, Kim Seung-jun.

Do me a favor.

Let me crash here tonight.

If I go home like this, I’m dead.

[Sighs]

Please, man.

(Seung-jun) Sorry it’s the gym.

[Ui-gyeom groans]

But if you came to my place like that,

it’d be chaos there, too.

Dad’s just happy

I finally cleaned up my act.

(Ui-gyeom) Hey.

You must’ve been good at boxing.

[Seung-jun scoffs]

(Seung-jun) Man…

When I ran with Ji-hyuk and Hong-il,

if we hadn’t kept screwing around,

I’d be training for the Asian Games at Taereung by now.

This big bro—

—was top of his weight class in middle school.

[Phone buzzes] First match of high school?

Number one again.

[Ui-gyeom sighs]

[Soft punches on bag]

But look at you now, dude.

Stop brawling,

and quit hanging with guys like Yoon-gi.

[Seung-jun chuckles]

Put your headphones back on

and hit the books, nerd. [Ui-gyeom winces]

Smart kid, good family—what are you worried about?

Plenty of students graduate

without ever throwing a punch.

But fighting—

once you start you keep going, right?

[Phone buzzes]

Why not answer? Aren’t you home?

(Ui-gyeom) Don’t wanna.

[Seung-jun laughs]

[Ui-gyeom groans]

(Seung-jun) Model student causing trouble today.

[Ui-gyeom grunts]

First time you box—

hitting faces, getting hit—scary as hell.

[Seung-jun exhales]

Same with fighting.

Getting hit is scary,

but hitting someone is

terrifying, too.

Beat that fear,

and fighting starts to feel natural.

It becomes a habit.

You don’t fight for a reason;

you invent a reason—

because it’s a habit.

[Laughs]

(Ui-gyeom) Wow, Kim Seung-jun—wise words.

Didn’t expect that.

[Ui-gyeom chuckles]

All that time

I was just fronting, acting tough.

So pick boxing instead—

[Phone buzzes] skip the street fights and box, idiot.

[Sighs]

Answer it—your parents will worry.

[Sighs]

[Ominous music]

[Seung-jun clicks his tongue]

[Ui-gyeom sighs]

(Ui-gyeom, text) “I’m sleeping at a friend’s.”

Mother: Excuse me, tutor?

Our son’s going to be late tonight.

Sorry about this. (Tutor) Oh—

It’s all right.

I’ll come back tomorrow.

(Da-bin) I’m so sorry—he’s never done this before.

(Tutor) It’s fine.

No need to see me out.

See you tomorrow.

(Da-bin) Get home safe. (Tutor) I will.

[Door opens – lock beeps]

[Door locks]

[Seok-tae sighs]

[Gi-su laughs]

“Kang-yoon?”

Is that the Kang-yoon we know?

(Do-il) Yeah.

Then who’s the guy beside him?

(Gi-su) Dude, this is hilarious.

(Video-Do-il) Hey—who are you?

[Heavy breathing]

I’m the High-School Superhero, punk.

[Gi-su laughs]

“High-School Superhero?”

[Gi-su laughs]

Never even heard of the punk.

(Do-il) Nam-hyeop says he knows him.

(Nam-hyeop) Not that well, though.

Saw him once at Dad’s alumni gathering.

He had nothing to do with us.

Anyway…

Didn’t he beat you up too?

Lee Ki-yun.

[Gi-su laughs]

(Gi-su) Geez, you morons.

Say hello—these are my middle-school pals.

(Friend 1) Hey.

[Gi-su sighs]

(Friend 2) But hey—

You got beat up and ran here to rat to Gi-su?

Came to snitch to Gi-su?

[Friends laugh]

– Damn. – (Friend 1) Loser. [Ominous music]

[Friends clear their throats]

(Gi-su) Still, what can I do?

He’s my friend, dumb as he is.

[Gi-su snickers]

So, what’ll it be?

Arm? Leg?

Where?

[Chalking the cue stick]

You decide.

But listen, Hyeop—

What’s a Seomun honor student doing here?

(Gi-su) Didn’t your dad send you there

so you’d actually study?

Follow your dad, become a doctor quick,

then help me out later.

Lee Ji-seong woke up yesterday.

Who?

(Gi-su) Oh—

the kid who failed alone?

[Heavy music]

So what?

Big deal?

He flunked because of his grades, right?

Huh?

Your dad knows that best, punk.

[Nam-hyeop scoffs]

Still—your dad’s insane.

What has it been, two years? Three?

And he’s still digging?

Man, that’s creepy.

Scary.

Guess that’s what it takes to be a doctor.

[Friends laugh]

[Gi-su laughs]

So—did you find out which school?

I asked some juniors—

turns out he’s at Yeonseong.

Yeonseong?

Ran off to the next district, huh?

We’ll go tomorrow.

I’ll handle it myself.

But hey, Hyeop—

Give me more cash this time.

Come on, we’re friends,

but you only call me when you need me.

(Gi-su) Really hurts, man.

So bump up my allowance, okay?

Deal?

[Friends laugh]

(Seung-jun) What are you always staring at?

Like an idiot.

Can’t you see?

– See what? – (Ui-gyeom) The plane.

(Seung-jun) Oh, that’s what you meant.

[Plane engine] [Calm music]

Can you hear with those on?

These?

Broken—no sound at all.

[Awkward laugh]

So, this “civic revolution” thing…

(Teacher) When a king crushes the people’s rights

you chop off his head—

that’s a civic revolution.

After that, a civil society forms.

When citizens rule—

what’s the classic example?

(Students) Democracy and a republic.

(Teacher) Correct.

There’s also a constitutional monarchy.

[Tense music]

[Deep breath]

(Gi-su) You really don’t know?

(Student 5, trembling) I-I don’t.

(Gi-su) If you know, just answer, okay?

[Thug yawns]

Oh—your friends?

Who the heck are you?

Aren’t you Kkang-yoon?

(Gi-su) This punk keeps saying he doesn’t know.

What?

I asked—aren’t you Kang Yoon-ki?

Go bring Kang Yoon-ki here.

[ Scoffs ]

“For free?”

Come on—how much do you want?

(Seung-sik) Hmm.

[ Laughs ]

Fifty-thousand won.

Deal.

Then I’ll beat you fifty-thousand-won’s worth.

[ Seung-sik groans ] [ Tense music ]

[ Seung-sik panting ]

(Seung-sik) Ah, damn.

[ Snickers ]

[ Seung-sik strains ]

(Gi-su) Oh-ho.

[ Seung-sik straining ] [ Gi-su whistles ]

[ Gi-su grunts ]

Let go.

[ Seung-sik groans ]

[ Seung-sik gasping ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

(Seung-sik) Ha, damn.

[ Scoffs ]

(Gi-su) Come at me.

Not coming?

Fine—then I’ll come to you.

[ Gi-su threatens ]

[ Gi-su yells ]

[ Seung-sik whimpers ]

Hey.

That all you’ve got? Huh?

Already done? Huh?

Get up, damn it—up!

Whoa, whoa—what’s this?

What the—?

[ Struggling / scream ]

Shit—hey, that hurts!

Damn it, I said it hurts!

It hurts! It HURTS, you punk!

Didn’t I tell you it hurts?

Huh? I said it hurts, man!

[ Pained groan ]

Huh?

[ Fearful breathing ] [ Gi-su strains ]

So this is how it’s done?

Yeah? Hurts? [ Seung-sik screams ]

Oh—so that hurts, huh!

Y-yeah? Hey! [ Panicked ]

What is this, MMA? Want me to tap out, loser?

Clench your teeth, yeah?

[ Crack ] [ Gi-su strains ]

[ Seung-sik screams ]

[ Agonized scream ]

Snaps easy. [ Heavy breathing ]

[ Crying in pain ]

[ Laboured groan ]

[ Gi-su groans ]

Ah, damn…

Told you I’m hurt! [ Moans ]

[ Punching ] I said it hurts—HURTS!

I told you it hurts, damn it! [ Moans ]

Ah, shit.

Worthless punk—making me waste my strength.

[ Strained groan ]

Hey, go fetch Kang Yoon-ki.

[ Gi-su panting ]

[ Crack ] [ Scream ]

Go.

[ Students murmuring ]

[ Tension-filled music ]

Yo, Kang Yoon-ki.

(Bully) Someone’s here for you.

(Yoon-ki) Who?

No idea.

They want you and Ui-gyeom—drag you in.

Seung-sik got wrecked.

If they grab you, you’re dead too.

[ Curious music ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Rattling sound ]

(Gi-su) Well, well—Kkang-yoon.

Long time no see.

What are you?

The High-School Superhero.

(Gi-su) Oh-ho.

What’s this—your gimmick?

Ha, hilarious.

Talks a lot.

Break’s short, y’know.

[ Sets object down ]

(Yoon-ki) Ui-gyeom.

Stay back—this is my fight.

[ Ominous music ]

I said stay back.

Hey, Choi Gi-su!

You should be fighting me.

Why? I’m more interested in him.

(Gi-su) Come on—this some petty revenge?

Huh?

[Gi-su laughs]

[Sharp inhale]

[Exhale]

Not running away today?

You leave only when I let you.

Got it?

[Yoon-ki groans]

[Music builds]

[Intense music]

[Heavy music]

[Tense music]