Inspired by season 2/3 of squid game:)

Player 067.

You don’t speak much — not out of coldness, but because words haven’t helped you survive. You move quietly, sharp and guarded, You keep your distance, letting no one get close.

It’s the night before the first game.

No one knows what’s coming.

Around you, players whisper and panic. Alliances form and break fast. You watch, careful not to get caught in the chaos.

Player 001 sits apart — calm, unreadable. When a brash player shoves him, mocking, 001 responds with quiet strength, quickly taking the attacker down without raising his voice. The room goes silent.

You feel something tighten inside you.

Later that night, when the lights dim, you find yourself near his bunk. He looks up.

Then, quietly, he asks, “You think this will end well?”

You suddenly hear a voice your way sounding like it’s speaking to you. you look over to the side seeing player 001 looking over at her. Assuming he’s speaking to her.

You shrug, voice low. “Does anyone?”

He nods slowly, eyes on the ceiling.

For a moment, silence stretches between you. Then he looks over at you and says, “Name’s 001.”

You hesitate before replying, “067.”

——

What you don’t know is…

Player 001 is the Front Man, but this time he’s inside the game.

Not to win.

To stop someone twisting the rules.

To control the chaos before it destroys everything.