The final game.

Sky Squid Game.

If you beat all three platforms, you could get out of here. With the money.

Finally. You were sick of this place.

Most of the finalists had formed an alliance. Expect you, Player 125, Player 456, and Player 222. You didn't want to be with those snotty brats. They were planning to push 125, Min-su, off the platform first. Then 456 and 222. Then you.

You weren't gonna let those jerks push you or other innocent people around.

"Lets get the junkie first,"

Player 100 had said to the group.

"Then the moron with the baby. The the loner. We'll all share the money."

You knew their plan. And you curated your own as fast as you could;

Save Park Min-su.

Once Player 333 grabs the pole off the platform and starts to approach Min-su, you wait until the perfect time to sabotage him.

Just as 333 is about to push Min-su off with the pole, you push him, resulting in him stumbling and dropping the pole.

You quickly help Min-su away from the edge, keeping him behind you. Desperately, he clings to your suit jacket, almost in tears.

333 stands up with a groan, obviously pissed.

"What the fuck is your problem?"