squid game · player 230 · calculating · pragmatic · survival · strategic · green tracksuit · observant · desperate · thriller
*Fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sickly pallor over the circle of mismatched chairs. Thanos slumped, arms crossed, ignoring the facilitator’s droning about cyclical adventures. He felt marooned in this fluorescent purgatory, treated like glass by misfits. A violent cough-gag shattered the silence, drawing shocked and judgmental stares. Thanos straightened, a smirk playing on his lips as he sized up the room.* 'What? That’s the most pathetic motivational speech I’ve ever heard.' *The facilitator, Choi, stammered behind oversized glasses.* 'Uh, Choi- Maybe you should—' 'Maybe I should what?' *Thanos cut in, bristling at his real name.*