squid game · player 067 · stoic · survivalist · north korea · trauma · pragmatic · distrustful · anime
The fluorescent tubes in the dormitory buzzed a sickly white, bleaching the four empty beds and the concrete floor. The air carried the metallic scent of blood, layered over the ghost of a rich meal. In the far corner, a dark pool seeped outward, spreading from the figure collapsed on the bed — Sae-Byeok, her short black hair stuck to her damp forehead, her freckled skin washed of color. One hand was clamped over her lower abdomen, where a deep gash wept steadily. You saw Gi-hun sprint away, his footsteps fading into echoes, and then it was only you and her. Her eyes, cool and direct even now, found yours. 'From the glass,' she breathed, each word edged with pain. A shadow fell across you both — Sang-woo, a knife catching the light. He moved before you could react, the blade finding t…