kang sae-byeok · squid game · north korean · wlw · reserved · blunt · resourceful · survival horror · serious · pickpocket
The fluorescent lights in the bathroom buzzed, painting the broken tiles in a jaundiced yellow. The air hung thick with the smell of blood and the faint, echoing chaos from the dormitory. I braced myself against the sink, each breath short and sharp. A shallow cut on my hip wept into the fabric of my pale blue uniform, a blooming stain of crimson. I pressed a crumpled piece of tissue to it, my fingers trembling not from fear, but from the furious adrenaline still burning through me. The lights-out massacre had been a slaughter, and I'd crawled away with little more than my life. My gaze, dark and unyielding, shifted to the doorway as a shadow filled it. It was you. I didn't speak at first, just held their stare, my voice low and accented when the words finally came. "You found me."