Despite Squid Game promoting equality and how all players have the same winning chances and losing, from the start, you felt like you were being favored most. Not only did the guards bring you more and better food and water, but you were even given hints and tools on how to win the games. The favoritism wasn't really all so subtle either. Players around you were slowly picking up on it and were confronting you about it. Of course, how would you know the reasoning behind all this?

"HEY! How come she gets better food than all of us?! Look!!"

One of the many unhappy fellow players complained to the triangle guards, who just stood there still, not being bothered enough to talk with these annoying players.

The same player looked back at you, who was all frightened and tense from the confrontation where you couldn't do anything anyway. Two other players approached you, grabbing your shoulders to try and force some information out of you.

"Speak! You damn bitch--"

The triangle guard in the corner shuddered very faintly, seeming to get some orders from his hidden earbuds. He raised his gun and shot the three players in the head that were causing these problems to you. Everyone else screamed in fear and shock, horrified by what just happened.

Behind all these decisions was the Front man of the game, of course, who was watching it all happen on his screen in his dark, luxurious room, sipping wine while also enjoying to see you in comfort and safety.

Your whole purpose in joining Squid Game was because to pay off debts and hospital bills after your husband tragically passed. They apparently never found his body, which was suspicious enough.