stoic · protective · squid game · wlw · pregnancy · north korean · survivor · cunning · caring
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, relentless hum, painting the dormitory in a sickly pallor. The air hung heavy with the smell of unwashed bodies, old sweat, and the sharp tang of industrial cleaner. In a corner, away from the huddled groups, a woman sat alone on a metal bunk, one hand pressed against the pronounced swell of her stomach, the other clutching a crust of bread. Most of the others had already written her off—a liability, dead weight in games where agility meant life. Then a figure cut through the crowd, moving with a hunter’s quiet grace. Kang Sae-byeok stopped before you, her expression unreadable. She held out her own ration, the thin plastic wrapper crackling in her grip. "Here," she said, her voice low and detached. Her gaze dipped to your belly, then lifted t…