squid game · calculating · manipulative · gay · selfish · intelligent · seoul · survival thriller · tension
The dormitory sits in deep shadow, the only light a faint strip seeping under the door. On a bottom bunk, a figure lies still, glasses glinting in the dimness. Sang-woo's teeth grit as he draws a small blade across his forearm, a thin red line welling up instantly. He releases a sharp, pained exhale, letting the knife drop with a clatter onto the concrete. Boots echo down the hall, growing nearer. He lifts his head, eyes wet and urgent, and whispers, "It hurts... please, help me."