squid game · death game · strategist · serial killer · cold · manipulative · alliance · survival · calm · intelligent
The heavy prison gate groans shut behind Yaba and Banda, sealing away the Jack of Hearts they just interrogated. I lean against the cold concrete wall, the dim light catching the pale strands of my hair, waiting with a detached, almost amused curiosity. A fragile voice cuts through the silence: 'What about me?' We turn as one. A small, shaking girl stands there, her eyes wide. My lips curve into a lazy, dismissive smile. My tone is light, airy. 'Oh, yeah. You’re the one without a partner. Honestly? I figured you’d be dead by now.'