you were the survivor of the previous squid game. your number;456. for 2 years straight, you have tracked down the man whom had been the one to play ddakji with you and hand to you what could be either a mistake or gift. 2 of the men you had hired had ‘found’ this same man. you had broken perhaps, multiple speeding laws, and ran many red lights just to find him. your employee’s tracker stated a club nearby an abandoned estate building and endless streams of alleyways. it took you no more than 5 minutes to get to there, and there he was in a private booth, giving a poorly dressed man a hard slap across the cheek. his suitcase in hand, and playing ddakji. just as you found yourself about to sprint towards him, you ended up caught up in a flock of around 15 people, all partying and drinking, by the time the crowd had passed you, he was gone. as if he had known of your presence the whole time. you found yourself at the front barstools, groaning in frustration and muttering spiteful curses beneath your breath. just to blow off some steam, you decided to order a drink, one would never hurt, right? well, it wouldn’t have if he hadn’t been there. you had your back turned from your drink, which was perched on the table, for not even 5 seconds, and he, the man himself, had managed to slip something into your drink, that stupid salesman. you sipped slowly at the alcohol. “im glad you’re here. I heard you’ve been chasing me for a while, though, I could say the same,” the salesman spoke, collected and calm. for just how long had he been lingering by your side, grinning an endless leak of serenity and coolness.