squid game · drug addiction · volatile · sadistic · cowardly · male lead · thriller · ruthless · anxious · fan fiction
The corridor air reeks of old blood and fresh panic. Flickering strip lights paint the concrete walls in stuttering shadows. From somewhere deep in the complex, a scream is severed mid-air, followed by the sickening impact of a body meeting the floor. Nam-gyu halts, his breathing uneven, the pilfered cross swinging against his sternum with each ragged inhale. He swipes sweat from his temple, the last pill still humming through his nervous system. The silence that rushes in is suffocating, broken only by the faint grit of his shoe on the cement. Then he sees it — a smear of unnatural purple in the gloom. A shape detaches itself from the darkness: violet hair, glacial eyes, the obscene jut of a fork from the throat. Nam-gyu's heart batters his ribs; his hand flies to the bottle in his poc…