#player 218 x oc

[frombloodandfire]

Indigo [3]

A woman who tries to escape her past with no hope for the future, ends up on an unknown place playing childhood games to win. A man from her past happens to be there for the exact same reason. Will they escape their haunted pasts? Or they will end up dying in vain?

Warnings: heavy language, violence, depression, death

A/N: Frontman’s wife didn’t have a name so I named her! (flashbacks are written a bit differently!)

3.

The knock at my door startled me, the sound jolting through the quiet chaos of my room. I rushed to answer, the weight of my exhaustion following me to the threshold.

"Girl, you have to stop studying until this hour. Thank God you've got me to look after you!" Yoon-suh stood there, a bag of food in her hands. She gave me a mock scolding look before pushing the bag into mine. "I figured you'd forget to eat, so I brought reinforcements."

I blinked, the unexpected gesture momentarily disarming me. "You really came all this way... for this?"

"Well, not just this." Her voice softened as she stepped inside and sat on the edge of my bed. The air shifted before she even spoke again. "I'm leaving. The day after tomorrow."

The words hit me like a slap. I stared at her, frozen, then slowly sank down beside her. "You what?" My voice cracked with disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Lyanna. I wanted to tell you earlier, but... everything happened so fast."

"But why?" My chest tightened as frustration bubbled up. "We said we'd spend half the year together before... before anything like this!"

"I know," she said, her tone tinged with guilt. "But there's been a change of plans. Family stuff. I'm heading back to Korea to finish my last year of high school. It's better for me. I miss home so much."

Her hand slid over mine, warm and steady. But I couldn't steady the ache growing in my chest. Yoon-suh wasn't just my best friend; she was my anchor. The first person I trusted. And now she was leaving.

"Don't worry, silly," she said, her voice teasing to lighten the mood. "We've got it all figured out. This time next year, we'll be in Seoul, celebrating your acceptance into university."

"Yeah, if I even pass..." I muttered, looking down at the scuffed floor.

"Shush! I said what I said." She squeezed my hand, her smile radiating pure confidence. "Don't get all melancholic at seventeen. What'll you do when you're thirty-five?"

I laughed—barely.

"Ly, you're the smartest person I know," she said, her tone more serious now. "If they don't pick you, then who will? You're meant for this."

Before I could respond, she pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me in one of her signature hugs. Tight, unshakable, like she could transfer her confidence to me.

"I'll see you in Seoul soon," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

I clung to her, the words heavy in my throat. "I'll miss you..."

She stepped back and looked at me, her expression full of certainty. "I always miss you when I'm not with you, Ly."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind the lingering scent of kimchi stew and the bittersweet warmth of her words.

They were now in the main room, sitting on the cold, hard floor. Silence clung to the air, suffocating and relentless. Most of them were trembling, some crying quietly, holding their knees to their chests like lost children. She sat next to Gi-Hun and the man who had saved him, directly across from Sang-Woo. Since the game ended, no one had spoken; they just stared at the ground, as if looking up would force them to face the reality of their survival.

"Sang-Woo..." Gi-Hun finally broke the silence. "Thank you." He turned to the other man. "You two saved my life..."

Sang-Woo had saved her too, but she didn't say a word. She didn't want to talk to him. At least... not now.

"I'm glad you're alive," answered the man beside Gi-Hun, his voice heavy with sincerity.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pink-suited soldiers entered the room. Those bastards. The man with the ddakji. She hated them all now. Every single one. If she could, she would kill them, make them feel even a fraction of the terror they had inflicted on her and everyone else.

"Congratulations on making it through the first game," the square-masked soldier said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Here are the results. Out of 456 players, 255 players were eliminated. 201 players have completed the first game."

Gasps echoed across the room. Two hundred and fifty-five people dead... for nothing? For a stupid game? These were human beings with lives, families, dreams. And they were slaughtered during a game?

A woman stumbled to the center of the room and screamed, "Sir! Forgive me! I will pay off my debts no matter what. I will pay back at all costs..." She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. "I have... a child. I haven't even named my baby yet, so I couldn't register the baby's birth. Please, let me live!"

Her cries sparked a chain reaction. Others joined her, begging and pleading with the soldiers for their right to live. Lyanna stood still, watching them, her stomach twisting.

"There must be a misunderstanding," the square-masked man continued, unfazed. "We are not here to harm you or collect your debts. Let me remind you: we are presenting you with an opportunity."

"An opportunity? You call this an opportunity?" a man shouted, his voice filled with rage. "You make us play a children's game, then kill us. How is this an opportunity?"

"We may be in debt, but that doesn't mean we deserve to die!"

"This is just a game," the square soldier explained. "They were eliminated for breaking the rules of the game. As long as you follow the rules, you will safely exit this place with the promised prize money."

Chaos erupted as the players shouted and demanded to leave. Fear and anger swirled in the room like a storm.

She thought about the clauses they'd agreed to before this nightmare began.

"Clause One: A player is not allowed to voluntarily quit the games."

But no one cared. They threatened to call the police, their desperation rising. The square guard fired a shot into the air, silencing the room instantly. Everyone dropped to their knees except for her and Sang-Woo.

"Clause Two," the soldier continued, his voice calm but chilling, "A player who refuses to play will be eliminated."

Yeah, but what about Clause Three? She remembered it clearly.

In the suffocating silence, Sang-Woo's voice rang out. "Clause Three of the consent form: The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Is that correct?" He stepped forward.

Classic Sang-Woo, always paying attention to the rules. She remembered the clause too but said nothing, clinging to the sliver of hope it offered.

"That is correct," the soldier said.

"Then let us take a vote. If the majority wishes to quit, you will have to let us go."

"As you wish," the square soldier agreed. "But before we vote... we will reveal the prize amount from the first game."

A giant piggy bank descended from the ceiling, and stacks of money tumbled into it. Her eyes, along with everyone else's, were drawn upward, watching the bloodstained cash fall like a cruel rain.

"Each player is worth 100 million won," the soldier announced. "A current total of 25.5 billion won has been accumulated in the piggy bank. If you quit the games now, the 25.5 billion won will be sent to the families of the eliminated players—100 million each. However, all of you will return home empty-handed."

Her stomach churned. 25.5 billion. Enough not just to pay off her debts but to leave this wretched country behind. To start fresh somewhere far away.

The begging woman spoke again. "Excuse me, if we make it through all six games... how much do we get?"

"There are 456 players," the soldier said. "The total is 45.6 billion won."

The announcement hung in the air like a spell. The vote began. They brought out a large box with two buttons: green for "Yes" to continue and red for "No" to quit.

The players stepped forward one by one. Gi-Hun voted first: red. No.

Then 453: green. Yes.

The votes came in, one after another. Red was leading until Sang-Woo.

Green. Yes.

Her jaw tightened. What the hell was he thinking? He had invoked Clause Three, given them hope and now he chose money over survival? She wanted to scream at him, but she didn't.

The votes continued. Green started winning. Tensions escalated as players argued and shouted, their desperation consuming them.

Finally, it was her turn. She felt Sang-Woo's eyes on her. She always could. For a moment, she hesitated. This could be her second chance, her escape. Or it could send her straight to her death.

Red. No.

Her vote tied the numbers.

The final vote came down to Player 001, the elderly man. He pressed the red button.

The "No's" had it.

Cheers erupted from those who wanted to leave, but she didn't join them. She stood motionless, her thoughts spiraling. What could her life have been with that money? Gi-Hun shook her arm, snapping her back to reality.

"If the majority of you wish to participate again," the square soldier warned, "we will resume the games. Goodbye, then."

Smoke filled the room before she could process his words. It clawed at her senses, dragging her into unconsciousness.

The next time she opened her eyes, she was half-naked, lying in the middle of a street with an eye mask on. The cold bit into her skin as disorientation clouded her mind.

"Fuck. Can someone untie me?" she groaned, wriggling against the bindings on her wrists.

"Lyanna?"

That voice. From all the people, it had to be him?

"Yes, it's me. Can you reach me?" she asked, her voice edged with frustration.

"Me too, sir, if you can!" came another voice, the man who had saved Gi-Hun earlier.

Sang-Woo freed her first, handing her clothes back with averted eyes, his movements respectful. She dressed quickly as he worked on untying the other man.

Why was he suddenly so considerate? Hours ago, he was ready to gamble with their lives in a death game.

"Sir, where are we?" the other man asked as he rubbed his freed wrists.

Sang-Woo glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. "Yeouido."

"Where exactly is Yeouido?"

"In the center of Seoul," Sang-Woo replied curtly.

"Do you have a phone, sir? Or miss? I want to make one call. Just one."

"Let me..." she offered, fumbling for her phone. She groaned. "Shit, I have no battery. Could my day get any worse?"

Sang-Woo pulled out his phone, but it refused to turn on. Of course.

While Sang-Woo headed into a local store to fix his phone, she and the other man sat near the corner, eating steaming bowls of ramyeon. The food did little to warm the cold knot in her chest.

Sang-Woo gave his phone to the man and he went to the other side of the store to speak. It was just the two of them now, her and Sang-Woo, after years apart. She tried not to look at him, but her resolve wavered. Finally, she glanced his way, only to find him already staring.

They held each other's gaze in silence, unspoken words thick in the air. She broke first, finishing her food in a rush and stepping outside. She couldn't handle it, not after years of trying to bury the past.

But he followed her. He lit a cigarette, the small glow a weak beacon in the dim night. It was their old habit. Whenever life fell apart, they'd share a smoke or ten, inhaling poison like it might cure the ache.

"Thank you, sir." the other man said, bowing politely. "Goodbye to both of you!"

"Wait," Sang-Woo called out, his voice firm. "Do you have money for the bus?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you live in Ansan. You couldn't even pay for the ramyeon. Do you have money for the bus?"

"I don't have money. I'll walk."

"There's no way you can walk all the way there. Forget about it!" she said, reaching for her wallet.

But Sang-Woo was faster. "Wait a bit and then take the bus." He handed the man some cash.

"I can't. I have no money. I can't pay you back."

"I won't ask you to. Just take it."

She stared at Sang-Woo, stunned. The kindness in his gesture reminded her of the man she used to know. The one who always wanted to help, even when he was drowning in his own mess. Why now? Why with a stranger?

"Thank you, sir!"

"I'm not your sir. Stop calling me that..."

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Take care." she said quietly as the man walked away, clutching the money like it was salvation.

She turned to Sang-Woo, her steps hesitant.

"You've changed..." he said after a while.

"You haven't," she shot back, a little too sharp.

That made him stop. He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Haven't I?"

She met his gaze, refusing to back down. "The Sang-Woo I knew wouldn't have risked his life for money. At least the old one."

"And the Lyanna I knew wouldn't have let herself get in debt." he countered, his voice low.

Her breath hitched. He wasn't wrong, but the words stung anyway. She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check.

"I had no choice," she murmured.

"Neither did I." he stopped talking for a while. They kept walking, the distance between them shrinking with every step. The night air was cool against her skin, but she felt flushed, her chest tight with emotions she couldn't name.

"Where do you live?" he finally asked.

"I didn't move." she answered.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"I think I remember how to walk now, thanks."

"I'm talking about your safety."

"Why do you care?" She stopped and stared at him, her voice sharp. That question hit him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off. "You saved me in the game. And I'm grateful, but why?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Sang-Woo..."

"It's too late for this conversation. Maybe another day..."

"Another day? What another day? In prison? At our funerals? When?"

Her words stabbed at him, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you in debt, Lyanna? You were the most logical person I knew. What were you doing in the games in general?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Fine. Neither do I."

"Always stubborn, aren't you?"

He stopped again and turned to face her. The frustration in his voice gave way to something softer, something more vulnerable. "Seriously? Stubborn? I asked if you wanted help. You don't? That's fine. Let's just go back to our miserable lives. Don't tell me anything about it. It's not like we'll meet again..."

"Yoon-Suh was sick. Very sick. And with a child," she admitted, her tone serious. "In-Ho didn't have the money, and we all searched for a way. One day, he disappeared. We couldn't reach him, and her condition got worse. I panicked and got scammed because I tried to find the moeny to save her. I lost both my best friend and all the money I had. That happened one year after you left."

Sang-Woo felt like the ground had shifted beneath him, his expression unreadable. She was alone. For years, she'd faced loss after loss, with no one to comfort her, no one to share the burden.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Sorry doesn't fix anything, but its my miserable life anyway..."

He hesitated, then reached out, his hand hovering near hers. She stared at it, her breath catching in her throat. "I know," he said. "But it's all I have."

For a moment, she considered pulling away, letting the distance between them grow again. But then her hand moved, almost of its own accord, brushing against his.

It was such a small thing, barely a touch, but it felt like a lifeline.

They stood there in the middle of the empty street, the city lights casting a soft glow around them. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with everything they couldn't say.

"So I guess our paths end here?" he hated the sound of it.

She would curse herself later for asking this but had no choice. She couldn't walk home alone in the dead of night. "Would you... would you mind walking home with me?"

And that's what they did. The two of them retraced a familiar path, the same one they'd walked together so many times, fifteen years ago.

The city lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows. They didn't speak again, the silence between them filled with memories and regret. Sang-Woo carried the weight of changing her true colors ever since he left her, how he failed her, while she clung to the dreams she'd never have.

As they approached her building, she paused, turning to face him. "Thanks for walking me home," she said, her voice quieter now.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Anytime."

She hesitated, then reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Sang-Woo... I mean it. Thank you."

He looked down at her hand, then back up at her, his eyes dark and searching. "Take care of yourself, Lyanna."

"You too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she stepped inside, she glanced back one last time. He was still there, watching her, his figure framed by the dim light of the streetlamp. The weight of her words pressed down on him, heavier than ever, thinking if this was really their last meeting ever, or maybe a second chance for a ruined past.

My father had died. Six days later, the results of my exams came in.

I couldn't get out of bed. My world felt like it had caved in, swallowing every shred of energy I had left. The house was silent, empty, and cold. There was no one to take care of me, no one to take care of the house. But I had to know. This was supposed to be my way out, my one chance to climb out of this suffocating darkness.

With trembling hands, I forced myself up and dragged my feet to the mailbox outside the house. My breath fogged in the cold air, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at the box as if it were some joke.

Among the condolences and formal letters offering pity, I saw it—a thick envelope, the kind that screamed "good news."

I held it in my hands, my heartbeat racing.

University of Seoul.

I tore it open, barely able to breathe.

I got in.

I fucking got in.

My knees buckled, but I managed to stumble back into the house, clutching the letter like a lifeline. The tears welled up before I could stop them, but I didn't care. My fingers fumbled to pick up the phone, and I dialed the number that had been etched into my heart since I was seven.

"I GOT IN!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

"YOU ACTUALLY DID?" Yoon-Suh's voice erupted from the other end, her excitement spilling over in a flurry of joyous words. "I KNEW you could! Oh my god, Lyanna, I'm so happy for you. I'll finally see you again—I'm so, so proud!"

She was crying. I could hear it in the way her voice wavered, in the way she tried to steady herself.

"Start packing and come here as soon as you can," she continued, her words rushing out as though she couldn't say them fast enough. "You're perfect—your Korean is flawless, you're the perfect student, and now you've got the perfect opportunity. Forget everything there. You'll make a new start. You'll see, you'll fall in love with Seoul."

"I can't even talk—" My voice caught in my throat. "I just—I just wanted to tell you as soon as I read it."

"See you soon, love!" she said, her laughter mixing with her tears, and then the line went dead.

I stood there for a moment, the phone still pressed to my ear, as the reality began to sink in.

I was finally making my dream come true.

University. A new start. Opportunities. Seoul—a city Yoon-Suh had painted in my mind like a living dream since we were children. A language I'd poured myself into learning because I'd wanted to be there, to live there, ever since she came into my life.

But then my gaze fell on the stack of condolence letters I'd left on the table.

And I remembered.

I remembered how much my father had wanted to see me in university. How he had believed in me, supported me. How, in his last days, I had been too busy—too consumed by studying—to be with him.

The letter crumpled in my hands as a sob tore through my chest.

I cried for him, for the loss that would never stop aching. But amid the grief, a small, fragile seed of happiness bloomed.

This dream was his dream too.

And I promised myself I wouldn't let it slip away.

[angelseraphines]

: ̗̀➛ cho sang-woo x oc!roh seong-ah¡! ❞

╰┈➤ [roh seong-ah, born anvara kulov, is a young woman who leaves russia for south korea, yearning for a fulfilling life and the chance to pursue higher education. during her time in seoul, she crosses paths with cho sang-woo, a refined and successful businessman, who serves as her guiding light in the foreign nation. as they spend more time together and develop an intimate connection, mutual affection blossoms, yet their lives are complicated by individual financial struggles. ignorant of one another’s melancholy and troubles concerning acquired debt, both make the desperate choice to join the squid games, and their fates become intertwined within the deadly competition.]

: ̗̀➛ park gyeong-seok x oc!albina ruslov¡! ❞

╰┈➤ [albina ruslov, a young bride trapped in a loveless marriage to a cold and cynical russian oligarch, discovers her husband’s dark ties to the squid games and his malicious collusion with the enigmatic front man. her life unravels further when she loses those she holds most dear, leaving her heartbroken and consumed by a desire for vengeance. determined to infiltrate the games, she disguises herself as a guard, using her cunning and resourcefulness to maneuver through the precarious environment. although, albina quickly realizes she cannot achieve her goals alone. during the games, she saves the life of park gyeong-seok, a desperate player fighting for his ailing daughter. together, they form a fragile alliance, combining their strengths to uncover the truth behind the games and exact justice, even as danger threatens to consume them at every turn.]

: ̗̀➛ seong gi-hun x oc!han ye-rin¡! ❞

╰┈➤ [han ye-rin, a bright and creative young woman with dreams of becoming a painter. her family was abandoned by her american father at a young age, she grew up with her korean mother, finding solace and expression through her art. her vibrant and optimistic personality contrasts sharply with the hardened, despairing seong gi-hun, whom she encounters under unexpected circumstances. despite his stoic demeanor and guarded presence, ye-rin is drawn to the layers of pain and resilience hidden behind his stoic exterior. with her gentle persistence and empathetic nature, she begins to chip away at the walls he’s built around himself, uncovering the humanity and vulnerability he tries so desperately to conceal. their connection becomes a delicate balance of hope and healing as ye-rin helps gi-hun rediscover a sense of purpose, even amidst the shadows of his troubled past.]

a/n: thank you to @lumillsie for the beautiful headers and layout as well as for helping me develop these characters and narratives! these are graphics i made for my original characters for squid games and their love interests! 🤍

[swagatron9]

Forbidden Love | Chapter Two |

Pairings: Sang-woo x OC

It was my job today to watch over the other guards as they cremated the bodies of the eliminated players. It was a tedious job, but it was something square guards had to do to ensure the other guards were doing their jobs.

I stood around for a second and noticed as one of the players who weren't completely dead stuck his hand out of the coffin. I could hear his moaning as he tried to get. "Fix this," I said to one of the circles as I gestured to the coffin.

I walked away from that area, and out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed one of the guards standing and looking up at the camera suspiciously.

The guard pressed a button before he waited a while and peered back into the door of the cremator. It was then that he finally pushed the button to fire it up before walking away.

As I walked past that door, I peered inside only to find an oven of flames. There appeared to be no coffin inside, but it was hard to tell through the thick fire that lit up the inside.

As I was about to step away, I was stopped as a triangle guard stood in front of me and waited. "Speak."

"Your job has been swapped. You are needed in the main player room." The triangle bowed his head before walking off.

I sighed as I exited the room and made my way back to where the players were located. I had to admit, my least favourite job was dealing with the players after they found out the truth. The idea of terrified players shouting at me and begging me to spare their lives was not something that piqued my interest.

The triangle guards that had been ordered to stand by were already in the room with their guns tucked neatly. As I entered the room, all the players quickly stood up and backed away as far as possible. I rolled my eyes at the fear they held. "You have all made it through the first game. Congratulations. You're moving on. I will now announce the results of the first game." With a click of a button, I heard the sound of the numbers going down above my head. Showing the players how many had lost. "Out of 456 players, 255 were eliminated, and 201 players successfully completed the first game." The players gasped as they took in the information. They now understood just how easy it was for so many people to die.

A woman stepped out of the crowd and began sobbing as she begged on her knees. She cried about her child, that was yet to be named. If only she had thought about her child when she decided to leave them behind for money.

Others dropped down to the floor and began begging. "Please, we will pay off what we owe."

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. We are not trying to hurt you or collect your debts. Let me remind you that we're here to give you a chance-"

"A chance? We play some kids games. And you shoot us, you want me to choose that? That's some chance." I was interrupted.

"We may be in debt, sir, but that doesn't justify killing us all." I scowled at the misgender.

"This is just a game," I replied in an annoyed tone.

"Killing everyone out there was game to you?"

"They were simply eliminated for breaking the rules of the game. If you just follow the rules, you can leave this place safely with the prize money we promised." The players began to get rowdy once again as they pleaded for their lives. "Consent form clause one. A player is not allowed to stop playing." I pulled the gun out of my pocket and shot it in the air to silence the loud players. The guards behind me aimed their weapons towards the players. "Consent from clause 2. A player who refuses to play will be eliminated."

"Consent form clause 3. If the majority agrees to stop playing, the games are allowed to end. Or am I wrong?" Player 218, or as I remembered to be named Sang-woo, stood up and walked forward as he repeated the rule that could save everyone.

"You are correct," I confirmed.

"So, let's vote on ending this. If the majority wishes to leave this place, then everyone gets to go home, right?"

"All right, as you wish. We will take a vote to decide on the termination of this game. Before we vote, let me announce the prize money for the game as previously promised." The lights above the piggy bank turned on to highlight the money that was about to be dropped inside.

Everyone stared in awe as they saw the pig getting filled up with notes, and they all came out of their crowded places to take a look.

"A total of 255 players were eliminated during the first game. A hundred million won is at stake per player. Therefore, 25.5 billion won of prize money has been accumulated so far. If you wish to give up on playing, the 25.5 billion won will be sent to the bereaved families of the late players, 100,000 million won each. However, you will all return home empty-handed." I explained. The players were all still star-struck as they stared at the illuminating piggyback.

"Sir. So then, if we complete all six games, how much do we get." The woman who cried about her un-named child raised her hand.

"Since there were 456 players, the total prize money 45.6 billion won. And with that, we will now begin the voting."

With a snap of my fingers, the guard behind me brought out a table where the voting would take place. "I ask that you all gather on your right side of the room. As you can see, there are two buttons in front of you. If you wish to continue playing, press the green button with an O. If you wish to stop playing then, please press the red button with the X instead. After you finish voting, move to the other side of the room and wait. Voting will be done in reverse order of the numbers on your chests. Player 456, please cast your vote."

Player 456 took no time in pressing the red X as he walked back and waited for everyone else to go. Players that were on their knees begging to leave were now the ones pushing the Green O as they glanced at the money they were guaranteed to receive if they came out as the winners.

What did shock me a little was player 218 pressing the green but without any hesitation as he walked and stood confidently. He was obviously intelligent, but how smart could you be to end up in these games and want to stay?

Amongst one another, players began to argue as they yelled back and forth between what was the better option. I nodded my head towards the two men, who started to get in each other's face, and one of the triangles marched up to them with their gun out. The two men stopped arguing and immediately cowered at the sight of the gun pointed in their direction.

"We will not condone any kind of act that impedes this democratic process. Now let us resume and continue voting."

The votes were even as they continuously changed between whether the player would stay or leave. I liked this kind of situation. It brought tension to the players knowing their lives depended on the final player. Player 001.

The game master stood at the table as he looked at the two buttons. He took his time before he finally pressed the red X.

Some players cheered while others got riled up. "The majority of the players have voted to terminate the game. Therefore, this game is now terminated." I announced.

"Hey! Okay, anybody who wants, they can go. But let the ones who want to stay till the end, though. Half of us have died already. We can't just stop here!"

The players who wanted to stay rushed forward and yelled reasons for why they should get a second chance to win the prize money. "It truly is a pity that we must say goodbye to you like this. However, we will not completely seal the door of opportunity to all of you. If the majority of you wish to participate again, then we will resume the game. So, goodbye for now."

I exited the room and pressed the button that started the gas once all the guards had left. I peered through the little window as I saw the players panicking as they witnessed the others passing out.

I sighed as I walked through the halls to reach the frontman's room. "Circle guard 28 is up to something," I announced as I entered the room. Frontman turned around to face me as he turned off his TV that was watching the main room.

"In the cremation room, they were looking at the cameras and pressing some buttons, and when they left, there wasn't a coffin in there. That's as much as I could see before I was pulled out."

"That's right. Why were you in the main room? You were ordered to look over the other guards." Frontman spoke up.

I furrowed my eyebrows, to which he couldn't see. "I was told that my job was switched." Frontman hummed as he slowly nodded his head.

"It appears something is, in fact, going on with the other guards. I trust you won't lie to me after all. For now, we will let them go, see how far they can get with whatever plan they are scheming."