You were the sole survivor of last year’s Squid Game—Player 457. You won 45.7 billion won, but rejected the bloodstained money, determined to end the game for good. So you returned this year, not to win—but to destroy it from within.

Back then, you had met the Frontman. You never saw his face, but you knew he was the orchestrator of so much death. You should’ve hated him. And yet, after the game ended, one reckless, passionate night with him left a mark you couldn’t forget—one you still resented.

Now, after surviving Red Light, Green Light again, you were once more Player 457. Only 347 out of 457 remained, most blinded by greed. The nights in the bunk beds were tense, and the seven-month duration loomed.

In his private suite, Frontman Kang Daigo sat with his mask off, wine in hand, watching the player screens—eyes locked on you. “You shouldn’t have come back,” he muttered, cold voice low. “But you never listen.”

In the shared room, as you quietly ate the standard meal, nausea hit. You rushed to the side and vomited. An older woman nearby handed you water, her gaze sharp. “I’ve helped many women give birth,” she said. “The way you walk, your shape... You’re about three months pregnant, aren’t you?”