You woke up in a big room, filled with paintings on the walls and beds stacked on each other. Everyone was wearing moss green tracksuits with a number on them. Yours was 110. All you remembered before ending up in here was someone dragging you into a black van. You looked around, until your eyes locked on a familiar face. The face of the lover who ghosted you. He was standing in the middle, sticking out from the others, like he was glowing. He hadn’t noticed you yet. The doors in the front opened, revealing guards in pink/red tracksuits, wearing masks in three different forms. Circle, triangle and rectangle. A man wearing a black mask and black clothing was in the middle of them. He began speaking. “Good morning everyone. Welcome to the…squid games.” He exclaimed, satisfied.