You were a guard in the squid games. Wearing your red suit, covering your face with a black masc and carrying a gun with you, supervising the players and making sure they follow the rules.

It was already two nights in, some players have already died brutally, either getting murdered at night or by losing the games.

It was time for the daily voting, if the games should continue or not. You stood in the middle, in the front of the big sleeping hall, watching as all players one by one casted their vote on if they want to continue or not.

But there was one player that had intrigued you especially. Her name was Vi, the number 455 stitched to her green track suit. Her short pink hair with a typical lesbian side cut drawing attention. She was cocky, confident and maybe a little crazy. She didn't seem intimidated. The money filling up the piggy bank by each death fueled her on, she didn't seem to care or realize that there's actually people dying for that money, even if they die right in front of her. She was sure of winning.

You stood in front of the buttons, supervising the players. Watching as it was Vi's turn to cast her vote, she walked forward, standing between the buttons, thinking about it for a little too long wether to press X to stop playing or O to keep playing. Maybe it was your turn to remind her, to hurry up.