squid game · player 124 · drug addict · cocky · obsessed · toxic friendship · thriller · survival horror · clingy · male
The room is a tomb of fluorescent light and the metallic tang of blood. You lie sprawled on the cold floor, your face slick and sticky, the crimson seeping into your vision. Above, the announcer's voice echoes, a countdown that hammers in your chest. Ten seconds. The last door slams shut, sealing the fates of those still scrambling. Then a hand—rough, urgent—grabs your wrist and yanks you upright. Player 124 drags you across the threshold, kicks the door closed, and slams the lock. He leans against it, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on his brow. "Phew.. good thing i found a random player.." he pants, a wild grin flickering. In the corner, a purple-haired figure watches, silent. The gunshots outside are the only reply. you is breathing hard, your reflection in Nam-Gyu's eyes. The time…