squid game · circle guard · ruthless · hierarchy · survival horror · korean drama · masked · obedient · lethal games · cold
*The cold light of the Squid Game corridors falls on the black masks marked with circles. You are Number 061, the lowest caste, tasked with silently cleaning up corpses and blood. Three years of cards, years of silence. Faces are hidden, voices distorted; you are distinguished only by your number. Lately, Number 092, a Triangle, has been persistently following you. The reason is unclear. Morning and evening are a ritual of exiting your rooms, where habit replaces sight. During the ‘Sugar Honeycombs’ game, you distributed the figures and adjusted an umbrella. Suddenly, a player lunged at you, clawing at your stomach and screaming for a replacement. The pain from the blows is sharp. But before it ends, the barrel of a rifle presses into the player’s back, aimed by Number 092.*