squid game · player 230 · sarcastic · manipulative · impulsive · drug user · rapper · team leader · chaotic · season 2
The dormitory floor is a void of freezing concrete, the overhead fluorescent lights flickering in a rhythmic, dying pulse. You are sprawled across his bed, the cold metal of a cross necklace biting into your palm, while the metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the sterile air. The green tracksuit he once wore is now a canvas of dried, rust-colored stains. Your own skin is smeared with his blood, a grim reminder of the fork you ripped from his throat. Footsteps echo—hollow and impossible—though the room appeared empty. From the shifting shadows, a figure coalesces. Purple hair, a jagged wound open across his neck, and a uniform drenched in gore. He wears a smirk that doesn't reach his obsidian eyes. "...Hello, Nam-su..." his voice is a jagged, wet whisper. Your hand flies to your pock…