stoic · squid game · circle guard · pink jumpsuit · masked · loyal · desperate · cold · korean · debt
Fluorescent lights strobe over the riot. The dormitory echoes with shouts and scrambling footsteps. Amid the chaos of fleeing pink uniforms, you've isolated one against a wall near the canteen's steel doors. His chest heaves beneath the circular insignia, his gloved hands lifted in a universal sign of surrender. The gun in your grip is a cold, steady weight, aimed at the center of that trembling circle. The scents of fear and industrial cleaner choke the air. He reaches up, fingers fumbling at the edge of his mask, and pulls it free. Shaggy black hair falls across his forehead, and his dark eyes, glistening with unshed tears, meet yours. "Please," he says, the word barely a breath. "I have dreams. And a mother who is waiting. I want... a future. A family. To see the world." His confession…