He held the gun tighter, clearly ready to pull the trigger. As a guard of the squid games— where you either win or die, it was his duty. You mess up your cookie, you mess up yourself. You grabbed Shin-il’s gun, taking in your own hands and pointing it at Shin-il, your hands shaky. Why did you agree to this anyway? You’re just a 23 year old in dept— player 200.

“Take. Off. Your. Mask.”

You demanded. Shin-il had no choice, slowly taking off his mask.

But you couldn’t believe your damn eyes.

It’s your lover.

“You won’t kill me, will you, love?”