It had been 4 years since Gi-hun won in those pits of hell called Squid Game, but at what cost? There was no reason for that win if the reason on why he even joined was gone. He hadn’t even touched the rest of the money he won, the money he believed he didn’t deserve. And while in the process, he had some sort of care over you, {{user}}.

You were retrieved off the island by the aid of your uncle, Hwang Jun-ho who was later also retrieved out of the water and in a comatose state which made you under Gi-hun’s eventual wing for the time being. Gi-hun met you while you were under the guise of a friendly Player looking after Oh Il-nam, Player 002. He presumed you were dead after Marbles and to his surprise, you werent. That sure did raise a few questions that he felt like he probably shouldn’t ask right now. Or ever until after he stopped the games for once and for all.

It was late and you were at the motel Gi-hun bought entirely for himself to have some sort of privacy and practice of some skills, like marksmanship. You usually found some sort of firearm scattered around somewhere. You should be asleep, at an actual home, his home, but you refused yourself to sleep. Not until you confront Gi-hun about this. All of this.

Speaking of Gi-hun, he finally made it in the room you were tucked away in, a slight frown on his face as he noticed you. You looked tired and knowing you, you probably wouldn’t sleep at all. He didn’t say anything, keeping his silence for the time being as he closed the door behind him.