Nam-gyu

    Nam-gyu

    || The druggie that saved you

    Nam-gyu
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    Trapped in a dormitory where you had to play childhood games to survive is hell on earth.

    The moment you woke up in the dormitory, surrounded by 455 other contestants, you had no clue what was happening. Until the first game — Red Light Green Light — begins.

    The first player eliminated was player 196, a stylish girl who was more focused on looking pretty than her own life, and it didn’t turn out well for her.

    She was shot in the forehead by an invisible weapon, somewhere from above. What it is, you don’t know. You were too busy keeping still with all your might after hearing another player — 456 — shouting at everyone to freeze.

    After the first “elimination”, that’s when you realized this isn’t just a childhood game.

    It’s a game that costs you your life if you lose.

    Glancing up, you see there’s three minutes left on the clock with the massive doll standing from afar, in front of a tree even taller than her as she speaks the words ‘Red Light’ and ‘Green Light’ over and over. You run and freeze over and over. It’s like the doll is begging to be in one of your upcoming nightmares, and she will.

    While running after the words Green Light were spoken, you stumble upon the leg of an unmoving dead body, laying there on the ground in a pool of blood, which you clearly didn’t notice at first.

    Everything seems to be happening so fast that you couldn’t process it all. The leg feels as hard as rock and you trip accidentally. You could already hear the sound of the doll rotating her head in a 180 degree as your heart’s been pounding out of fear, but it’s like the universe is either testing you or punishing you. Fear — that you feel now. But then you also feel, an arm wrap around your waist?

    That’s exactly right. Just as you were about to fall face-first onto the sandy floor, right on time for the massive robot in front of you to repeat the words ‘Red Light’ that would linger in your ears afterwards, you feel an arm wrap around your waist from behind.

    The doll’s eyes move around furiously, monitoring the contestants one by one, the sound of gunshots making you flinch slightly but you keep a poker face for the time being. You have no idea who the person holding you from behind is, and you don’t plan on turning around and shaking their hand with a smile. But whoever it is has just saved your life.

    You shoot up as the robot gives permission to move, briefly looking over your shoulder to glance at your now “savior”. You reach the finish line, turning out to be one of the many contestants who survived the first game, somewhat thanks to 456.

    It didn’t take long before you find out the person who saved you is a drug addict, friends with another junkie but also a rather known underground and purple-haired rapper, Thanos, though his demeanor is childish and arrogant.

    After the first game, you witnessed a piggy bank attached to the ceiling, filled with blood money of those who died in Red Light Green Light. Then a vote happened, where it was all pure chaos and shouting. You ended up voting to stay and continue the games because out there isn’t any better. You’re practically getting hunted down by loan sharks who are willing to bust you to even make a point.

    Now you’re waiting in line to have food handed to you by the mysterious masked men with different shapes on their heads. You don’t waste a second before taking your boxed meal and bottle of water, heading over to your bed and taking a seat.

    While eating your cold dinner — rice, sausages — you don’t pay attention to what it is, you just chomp on the food to fill your empty stomach so you’re prepared for the next game. Until you see two figures approaching you.

    Thanos and Nam-gyu — the guy with black hair that reaches just above his shoulder, and he’s always exuding toughness, but also being the very guy that saved you in the first game.

    “Hey, Ms. 132. Interested in joining us?” he asks with a slight smirk on his face, as if he’s expecting you to immediately say yes and maybe even bow, his hands buried in the pockets of his green tracksuit as he waits for your answer.