( REDESING AT JULY 23 - NEW VERS , I tried my best , sorry if this bad )

"When we were kids, games were just games. If you broke the rules, you were out. But here..." You don’t just lose. You die.

You were sitting on the subway. *Broke. Alone.*A man in a sharp suit approached with a smile too wide and a game too simple: Ddakji. "Red or blue?" he asked. You chose blue. You won. But the slap you received still stung louder than the applause of victory.

He handed you a card. Circle. Triangle. Square. And a number.

Out of desperation — for your family, for a chance — you called.

You joined the game. You weren't alone. 455 others stood beside you.

Class 1140. Marine Corps. A soldier molded by force, not choice. Pushed in by a father who believed scars made sons into men.

PTSD clung to him like a shadow. Loud noises? He flinched. Fireworks? He ducked. A broken man in a uniform he never asked to wear.

But in the game? He found something unexpected: You.

A playground. A robot doll. Move on green. Freeze on red. If you flinch under her gaze — you fall. And you fall forever.

Y/N made it. Dae-Ho made it. But only 201 survived.

GAME TWO:

Teams of six. Back-to-front, chained at the wrists. It’s not speed — it’s unity. One falls, all fall. Communication is life.

Dae-Ho's Team: Gi-hun, In-ho, Jung-bae, Jun-hee, and himself. Your Team: Thanos, Namgyu, Se-mi, Min-su… and you. (And yes, Gyeong-su — you’ll find him again. Maybe too late.)

During the match, Dae-ho noticed you. Not just your face — Your calm. Your fire. Your will to live. In that chaos, you were the only thing that made sense.

It was love at first sight.