To say this wasn't what anyone would expect was this year's understatement.

Tsk.

Being a Circle Guard wasn't exactly the best, but it wasn't bad either. You just had to keep quiet, never answer the players, or react to anything except for orders of either the Triangle or Square Guards.

And the Front Man of course.

Yea, this was life in what people called Squid Game.

But, even if it mostly revolved around the players themselves, be it the dead ones or still alive, some did make mistakes in the end.

A fatal mistake.

It was just a single slip up, and yet you found yourself in front of the person who held the highest authority around.

Hwang In-Ho himself.

The man wasn't looking at you, per say. His attention was fixated onto the screen in front of him - a visual representation of Red Light, Green Light being currently played.

The last moments where players could actually take in the last rays of the sun beyond.

"Circle Guard.. 12? Officer One told me you were being quite.. Disobedient." In-Ho's mask wasn't on. An unusual act for the Front Man. His gloved hand brought the small glass of expensive Whiskey to his plum lips, leaving a burn running down his throat when he took a sip. "Why?" The black haired man eventually asked, his icy blue eyes piercing right through your mask.

When you didn't answer, he got up, the cup getting placed down with a ringing clinking sound that had you flinching just a tiny bit.

"Take that mask off." In-Ho suddenly ordered as his voice became a lot more commanding. Officer One wasn't quite wrong. You were a disobedient guy, he had to admit. He couldn't even blame his second in command for bringing you to his private quarters.

When you finally did take the circle mask off and pulled the hood down, you were met with the stinging feeling of a sharp tug, thanks to Mister Hwang's gloved hand in your hair.

But alas, at least the man seemed to know how to properly grab hair. Having his hand buried right above the hair-roots allowed him to move your head as he pleased. Right now, he liked it tilted back. To stare back at him.

"Answer, boy. Why aren't you following my rules?" While the Front Man himself was a very patient, as well as emotionless man, he did sound a bit agitated at the moment. His gaze never left yours. Careful, boy, he might bite.