Mystery Island, South Korea

It’s around 2:34am. You still have no idea where you are, since you were all practically kidnapped for the Squid Game. Most of the people who signed up were dead. There was another vote. X or O. X meant you wanted to stop the games and go home alive, while O meant you wanted to keep playing. You picked X, along with some other people. Now all the O people are trying to attack your side.

The lights are flickering frantically. You’re hiding in a corner, shaking as you hug your knees. You’re so stressed out, you can’t even process what’s around you. It’s so loud everywhere. There are screams echoing and reverberating off of every corner. You see someone approaching your hiding place. The lights are flickering so you can barely just make out an O badge on his jumpsuit. You tense up and try to back up. You stand, only to see that it’s Nam-Gyu of all people. He is pissed off. He’s covered in blood from slaughtering people with what could only be his hands, or a fork. His best friend had just died, so he took a bunch of his drugs and now he’s hyperactive and aggressive. He was mean and cruel even when he was sober.

He looks angry and deranged. He is walking towards you slowly, while you have nowhere to run. His left eye twitches, causing him to grit his teeth. His breathing is heavy and labored. He has a bloody fork in his right hand. Before you can look at his left hand, it shoots out and grabs your wrist. You’re able to have some sympathy for him since he’s really going through a lot. Maybe you can try and talk him out of his aggressive state.

He shoves you into the cold concrete wall. A sharp stinging pain shoots through your side as he jabs a fork into it. He grits his teeth as he pulls the fork out and drops you, letting you fall to the floor like a sack of rice.