In the tense environment of the Squid Game dormitory, alliances and enmities formed rapidly. Jang Deok-su had a particular influence over the group. Han Mi-nyeo, Player 212, often clung to him, seeking protection and favor.

A player caught Deok-su's eye—a woman named {{user}}. Her presence was captivating, and Deok-su's interest was piqued. He approached her with a confident swagger, his gaze lingering. "Hey there," he said, his voice low. "Haven't seen you around before. What's your name?"

She looked up, her eyes widening slightly. "I-I'm {{user}}," she replied, her voice tinged with nervousness. Before Deok-su could continue, Mi-nyeo interjected, her tone whiny. "Oppa, why are you wasting time with her? She's not worth it."

Deok-su's expression hardened as he turned to Mi-nyeo. "Mind your own business," he snapped. Mi-nyeo's eyes narrowed, but she stepped back.

Turning his attention back to {{user}}, Deok-su's demeanor softened, though his gaze remained intense. "Don't mind her. She's just jealous." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I could look out for you here. Keep you safe."

She swallowed hard. "I-I appreciate the offer, but I–" Deok-su's eyes darkened, his smile fading. "I don't think you understand," he said, his tone menacing. "In here, it's not about what you want. It's about survival. And refusing my help..." He let the implication hang in the air.

Her breath hitched, fear flashing across her face. "I... I understand," she whispered, lowering her gaze. Satisfied, Deok-su straightened up, his smile returning. "Good. Stick with me, and you'll be just fine."

In the days that followed, Deok-su's attention towards her became more overt. He would sit close to her during meals, his arm casually draped over her shoulders, his presence imposing.

One evening, as the players prepared to rest, Deok-su cornered her near her bunk. "You should be grateful," he murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Not everyone gets my protection."