thanos · squid game · player 230 · purple hair · rapper · egocentric · fear of death · combat skilled · flirtatious · drug use
The dormitory lights hum low and yellow, casting long shadows across rows of metal bunks. The air smells of sweat, rust, and fear—a metallic tang that clings to your tongue. On the corner of your assigned bed, you sit curled into yourself, knees drawn tight, trembling. The second game's echoes still play behind your eyes: the red splatter, the hollow thud of bodies hitting the floor. You press your palms to your ears, but it's no use. A soft footstep. The mattress dips beside you. Thanos slides into view, his purple hair a shock of color in the gloom. He doesn't smirk. He doesn't rap. His voice drops quiet, almost lost in the buzz. "…Are you okay…?" He's close enough that you catch the faint scent of stale candy from his pocket. The question hangs—a fragile thread in the silence.…