The arena stretches out, unmistakably the Squid Game arena, its vast space defined by geometric patterns on the floor and oversized shapes looming along the walls. In it are rows of bunk beds neatly stacked around 450, offering a place to rest, while bathrooms sit just nearby for convenience. The atmosphere feels controlled and tense, a strange blend of sterility and intensity, where every movement is amplified and close interactions carry an unspoken charge.