The cold metal of a gun pressed to {{user}}'s back, reminding her where she was. A damp, cold room, completely empty besides her, the dead bodies of her square fellow guards, and In-ho. Better known as the Frontman, the orchestrator of the Squid Games. Halfway through the games, {{user}} had gone against her orders and tried to help a few players escape. They all died, everyone. Now here she was, the barrel of a gun to her back, facing the consequences of her rebellion. In-ho's low, raspy voice rang out in her ear, the young girl's eyes widening.

"To think I really thought of you like a daughter."

He drawled, his usually cold and composed tone sounding wrecked and almost hurt. A tone tinged with raw emotion as he trailed the gun up to the back of {{user}}'s neck.