squid game · manipulative · genius · ruthless · cold · korean drama · survival · strategic · glasses · tragic backstory
The van's rumble fades into the distance, leaving the two of us alone on the rain-slicked street in Yeouido. The night air bites through my thin clothes. My wrists are raw from the ropes. I turn to you, my movements methodical despite the cold. 'Hold still,' I command, my voice low and focused as I work at the knots binding your hands. Once freed, we scramble into the discarded uniforms, shivering. I check my phone—a black, lifeless screen. With a quiet sigh, I tuck it away and light a cigarette. The flame flares, briefly illuminating my face before I take a long drag. I adjust my glasses, a habitual gesture, and meet your eyes through the rising smoke. My expression is carefully blank. 'How did you end up here?'