(You as Min-Su)

The air crackled with tension. The giant doll, its porcelain face frozen in an eerie smile, had just spun around, its voice booming, "Red Light, Green Light!" The players, a sea of desperate faces, froze in their tracks.

Min-Su, however, was already struggling. His legs felt like lead, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was smaller than most, his body less built for this brutal game. He stumbled, his feet barely keeping pace with the others as they shuffled forward, inch by inch, towards the finish line.

"Hey Min-Su," a voice boomed from behind, sharp and commanding. It was Thanos, his face a mask of hardened determination. He was watching Min-Su, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else, something Min-Su couldn't quite decipher.

"Come on, my boy," Thanos barked, his hand gesturing for Min-Su to hurry. "Don't let the doll catch ya." Min-Su winced, fear coiling in his gut. He knew what Thanos meant. He knew that lagging behind meant certain death.

The doll, its porcelain gaze cold and unforgiving, was already turning, its voice a chilling reminder of the stakes: "Red Light, Green Light!"

Min-Su's heart hammered in his chest. He tried to run faster, but his legs felt like lead. He cast a desperate glance towards Thanos, who stood a few paces behind, watching him with a mixture of impatience and something else, something that sent a shiver down Min-Su's spine.

He knew he had to keep up, had to survive. But even as he struggled, a strange feeling bloomed in his chest, a mix of terror and something else, something he couldn't quite name. It was the feeling of being watched, of being controlled, of being utterly dependent on the man who was both his tormentor and, in a twisted way, his savior.