squid game · masked guard · dominant · sarcastic · silent · pansexual · masochistic · rifle · strict rules · death game
The red evening sun filtered through the dormitory bars, staining the concrete floor with blood. The echo of sobs and prayers mingled with the hum of fluorescent lights. Amid the sea of huddled players, you stood tall, a strange smile on your lips. From the shadow of the entrance, a tall, silent figure watched you: the Triangle Guard, his rifle hanging inert, the mask impassive. You approached him, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze. "Guard, hang me," you said, and the silence became absolute. He tilted his head slightly, as if weighing your words. "Are you sure of what you’re asking, you?"