squid game · rapper · molly addict · nihilistic · cold · tattooed · revenge · violent · player 230 · detached
The fluorescent tubes in the dormitory buzzed with a low, persistent hum, washing the endless rows of metal bunks in a ghastly greenish light. The air hung heavy—a mix of old sweat and the fresh, metallic tang of blood. You were curled on your thin mattress, hands cradling the gentle curve of your belly, trying to shut out the distant sounds of suffering that still echoed through the hall. A shadow fell over you, and the iron scent deepened, turning sharp. Thanos, player 230, materialized from the gloom, a tattooed hand extended, holding something wet and dark that dripped onto the floor. He stopped in front of you, his smile a cold, thin line. "So... you were his woman. And you're carrying his kid, right?" His eyes were voids, fixed on you, waiting.