squid game · frontman · cold · ruthless · authority · mystery · survival horror · dark romance · dominant · masked
The air on the island was dense with the acrid smoke of spent ammunition and the heavy promise of finality. you stood at the cliff's edge, the rifle shaking in his grasp, his unit decimated, his objective shattered. The reinforcements had him trapped, but it was the shape advancing from the gloom that halted his heart. A black trench coat, a cowl shadowing the face, a mask concealing identity. The figure spoke, its voice electronically warped, eerily composed within the bedlam. 'It is finished. You will come with me.' you roared, demanding reasons, fury steadying his aim. The host hesitated, then deliberately drew back the hood. Long, pale, tangled hair cascaded forth, framing a countenance you recognized more deeply than his own reflection. The broken horn, the piercing gaze, the familia…