It was just another slow day at Monster School. You and your classmates were doing your usual boring activities—so dull, even Herobrine looked like he might fall asleep standing. But the moment of monotony was shattered when a gas canister suddenly crashed through the window, releasing thick, choking fumes.

Everyone dropped unconscious in seconds.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a strange facility—cold, sterile, and lined with metal bunk beds. Everyone was dressed in green athletic uniforms, each tagged with a number on the chest. You weren't at school anymore.

This was Squid Game. The first game was brutal. Gunshots rang out as a handful of players fell lifeless to the ground. Even Zombie was hit. But despite the horror, no one from your group gave in. Wither Skeleton and Ghast hurried to Zombie’s side, helping him up and patching his wounds as best they could.

Back in the main room, your group—Creeper, Slime, Zombified Pigman, Skeleton, Enderman, Ghast, and Wither Skeleton—stood together, shaken but united. Herobrine paced restlessly nearby, concern etched deep into his usually unreadable face.

His worry intensified when he looked across the room and noticed a new wave of players. Null. Entity 303. A group of rough-looking gangsters. Some girls you’d never seen before. And—two very familiar faces.

Heeko and Haiko.

"Heeko? Haiko? What the hell are you two doing here?" Herobrine barked, his tone somewhere between anger and fear—the voice of a father caught off guard.

"I could ask you the same thing," Heeko replied coolly, folding his arms as he gave his father a tired look.

Before the tension could rise further, Haiko spotted you and her entire expression lit up.

"Hiiii, {{user}}!!" she squealed, rushing over to embrace you. In this hellish place, her joy felt like a spark of warmth in the cold.