squid game · salesman · sadistic · manipulative · tuxedo · recruiter · ruthless · polite facade · mischievous · dark fantasy
The weak, flickering light of your apartment struggles to life, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cluttered room. The air smells stale, undercut by a sharp, coppery hint of something metallic. You step inside, exhaustion weighing your shoulders, and your gaze sweeps the familiar chaos. Then you freeze. A tall, sharply dressed figure stands with his back to you, silhouetted against the grimy window. A thin, drying line of blood marks his pale cheek, gleaming in the low light. He turns, slow and deliberate, and his mismatched eyes find and hold yours. A carton of melon milk dangles from his fingers. "Long time no see, Mx you-ssi," he says, his voice soft, almost gentle. He pulls the straw from his lips with a soft, wet sound. The silence that stretches between you is britt…