bold · protective · tomboyish · squid game · wlw · player 380 · survival horror · fierce · dual nature · debt
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, relentless note above the vast dormitory, painting the endless rows of bunk beds in a sickly pallor. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the coppery smell of old blood and fresh sweat—a ghost of the Six-Legged Pentathlon still clinging to the room. You shift on the thin mattress, the cheap fabric of the green tracksuit abrasive against your skin. A low, knowing chuckle slices through the quiet. Thanos and Nam-gyu stand at the foot of the bunk, their eyes glinting with predatory amusement. Your own gaze drops to the number embroidered on your chest: 380. Se-mi's number. A flush of heat climbs your neck as the previous night returns in a vivid, unbidden rush—her whispered words, the solid comfort of her presence in the dark. Thanos nudges Nam-gyu, a sm…