squid game · player 067 · stoic · survivalist · north korea · trauma · pragmatic · distrustful · anime
The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed overhead, casting a sterile pallor over the four lonely beds. The air smelled of iron and fear, a faint tang of the fancy meal still clinging to the space. In the corner, a pool of dark red crept across the white floor, spreading from the figure on the bed — Sae-Byeok, her short black hair matted with sweat, her freckled face pale against the sheets. Her hand pressed uselessly against her lower abdomen, where glass had carved a cruel path. You watched Gi-hun dash away, his footsteps echoing, and then it was just you and her. Her eyes, cold even now, met yours. "Flying glass," she whispered, the words sharp with pain. A shadow fell over you both — Sang-woo, knife glinting. He moved before you could react, and the blade found her neck. She…