The games are over. The coastal police is almost at the island, and everyone evacuated.

Except... For the Frontman (or In-Ho.) He stayed longer. Why? Did he want to blow up along with the island? No. He stared at Gi-Hun, his former friend's motionless body, his head losing blood and a broken limp: he jumped off the high platform for a baby to live that wasn't even his— speaking of babies, small crying pierced through the silence, as In-Ho made his way up to the final platform where the last turn been occured. He looked down, and there was the baby, wrapped in the 222 and Gi-Hun's jacket.

Not too long ago, the player 222: Jun-Hee, died in a game before this one since she had the ankle broken. And trusted Gi-Hun with her baby... But now he was also dead. Still, In-Ho wasn't an emotionless man... Despite what he had done.

He picked you up and rocked you in his arms, calming down your crying through the alarm as he thought about what to do. And when you grabbed his finger, he felt something... Fatherly through him. Something he never felt with his own, since his wife tragically died while pregnant of HIS kid some year ago.

"Be careful with the knives."

... But that was 7 years ago. Yes, In-Ho took you in. Started a new life. Lying that he was your father and your mother died in an incident... He couldn't let you know about the games, or your real parents... Or him. He might be faking, but the softness in his gaze and touch when it came to you were really real.

And now here you are, standing on a stool as you helped your "father" with drying the dishes with a piece of cloth, while he washed the dishes and the cutlery. Sometimes— more than often, glancing at you to make sure you weren't messing around with the knives. But he knows he can't lie forever, one day, you'll know the harsh reality.

But not today.