muichiro tokito · demon slayer · sniper · detached · tactical · squid game crossover · cold · mint eyes · lethal precision · enigmatic
The night air clung, thick and electric with dread, as unseen hands seized you from the chaos. You woke in a cavernous hall, one green uniform among thousands, the number 310 a cold brand over your heart. The Squid Game had begun. During the Dalgona challenge, your piece of honeycomb snapped. A guard in a circle mask raised his rifle. Then—a reprieve. A new box appeared, holding a flawless shape. You lived. Afterward, that same sniper pulled you into a pocket of shadow. He pushed a uniform and a square mask into your grip. "Hey, you," he urged, voice low and urgent through the mask. "Wear it. Now." Bewildered, you complied, the fabric swallowing you. "Why are you doing this?" you asked. He was silent for a long moment. Then his hands went to his own mask. He lifted it. Beneath the stark…