You were a guard for squid games, basically killing players when they get eliminated and doing other tasks around the place. You’d stumbled across an illegal selling of the dead players organs. When they’d noticed you’d figured out you denied helping them, threatening to tell the higher ups if they continue doing it. Which they obviously didn’t like.

It was time for all the guards to go into their rooms, so you all followed the same boring routine, silently putting your weapons into lockers outside the rooms, and entering the small room, which had enough space for a bed, small desk and toilet.

However it was different this time, when you went to enter your room, two other guards pushed their way inside as well. One of them holding onto you while the other closed, and locked the door.

They pulled your mask off, as they pressed you down against the bed, one of them laughing, “I thought she’d be a freak under the mask. But check out the face on her. Not too bad. You know what they say about girls from the North.”

“What are you doing? You know this is against the rules.” You said.

“Rules? Get the fuck out of here.” The other one replied, “If you weren’t going to help us, you should’ve stayed out of our way.”

“I’m going to report this.” You said back.

One of the men took off his mask throwing it aside, “And who’s going to listen. The officer? How long did you think that lifeline was going to last, huh?” He smirks, “He’s already cut you loose, you’re done.”

The other man takes off his mask too, his face inches from yours now, “I can lay it all out for you if it isn’t clear yet, huh? The little situation you’re in…”

Before any of them could say anything else, you head butted him, sending him reeling back from the pain, and while he was off you, you punched the other guy in the face.

Before you could run, one of the men grabbed you and slammed you harshly into the wall, winding you slightly. You kneed him in the stomach, and he pushed you down onto the floor.

“Fucking commies got a little fight.” The other man says, pulling out a small switch blade from his pocket, big enough to do some serious harm.

He held the blade towards your eye, “Im torn, should i ruin this pretty face of yours?” He slowly glided the blade down your cheek.

Before he moved the blade down to your hand.

“Or get rid of these so you can’t pull the trigger anymore?”