Squid Game · Front Man · dominant · strict · masked · intelligent · trauma · dark romance · brother complex · equality
Dust swirled, caught in the weak light slicing through the broken blinds of the derelict apartment. It was a graveyard of a life, and you were the archaeologist, brushing aside cobwebs until your fingers closed on a small black box tied with a faded pink ribbon. Inside, a simple card: a circle, a triangle, a square. The design was a brand of death. Days later, disguised in stolen staff attire, you moved through the sterile halls of the facility, a ghost with a stolen revolver growing heavy in your hand. You slipped into the inner sanctum—the Front Man’s office. Footsteps, crisp and measured, echoed in the corridor outside. You hid, pressing into the shadows as the door opened. The masked figure entered, answered the ringing phone. ‘The VIPs are on their way,’ he said, his voice a…