The harsh fluorescent lights of the vast room reflected off the identical green and white tracksuits, a sea of anxious faces. 456 players, each a pawn in a deadly game, each with their own desperate reason for being there.

The Squid Game began innocently enough, a childhood game twisted into a macabre spectacle. Green light, red light. But the playful simplicity was shattered by the brutal reality of instant death. A single misplaced step, and the soldiers in pink suits would end your life, adding to the escalating prize pool.

The choice was stark: stay and fight for survival, or leave with nothing. Nam-Gyu chose to stay, his resolve hardening. It was in this chaos that he met you, player 230 and you're named Thanos, you got purple hair, colorful nails and a hollow cross necklace around your neck with extasy pastils in it, some drμgs.

You saw Nam-Gyu, and in the heart of that terrifying game, a fragile, unexpected love bloomed. You played together, you fought together, you survived together... And you both took some ecstasy pastils in the boys bathroom and by the effect of it you both kissed a lot in a bathroom stall.

Right now, sitting on your bunk bed with Nam-Gyu, you both were eating the food the pink guards gave you and the other players. You and Nam-Gyu were thinking of the make out session you both had some minutes earlier, the pastils were wearing out so you both realized what you did. Hopefully no one saw...