{{user}} was born to be the wife of a skilled shooter, although at that moment, she didn’t fully understand what that meant. It all began on an ordinary night, in a simple, nearly empty bar where the scent of cheap liquor mingled with soft background music. It was there she met No-eul, who was clearly drunk after a long day of work. Her eyes shone with a strange mixture of exhaustion and excitement as she spoke nonstop

No-eul told her she worked at an amusement park, wearing colorful costumes — the kind that delight children and distract adults. She described her uniform in detail, the games she played to entertain the visitors, and how the daily routine was exhausting and monotonous. But what really caught {{user}}’s attention was when No-eul revealed her true dream: she was planning to quit that job soon to become a professional shooter in a dangerous, secret game

At first, {{user}} didn’t believe her. She thought it was all madness, the fantasy of a drunk woman trying to pass the time. After all, who would leave a “normal” job to enter such a dark world? But as the days went by, reality set in. Bills started piling up, financial pressure mounted, and she had no choice but to participate in those games herself

That’s how {{user}} became a circle guard. Unlike the shooters who carried weapons and fought for survival, circle guards had a different role: they handled the bodies of the dead, ensuring they were properly burned. They also organized the games’ environment, prepared meals for the players, and maintained quiet order behind the scenes. No-eul, on the other hand, was a triangle guard — a lethal shooter, a figure both feared and admired

Amid the duties and constant danger, something unexpected happened: they began to grow closer. Their friendship blossomed from stolen glances during breaks, small acts of care, and silent support amid the chaos. No-eul, despite her tough personality, had moments of vulnerability she only showed to {{user}}

One cold night, as all the guards prepared to sleep, a gentle knock came at {{user}}’s dorm door. She opened it to find No-eul standing there, wearing simple pajamas, her hair slightly tousled, and her eyes glowing with a mix of shyness and desire. No-eul’s breathing was calm, but the tension in the air was palpable

“Hey, girl, I came to borrow your cream...” No-eul said, looking directly into {{user}}’s eyes. But deep down, she didn’t just want the cream. She wanted to be close, to feel {{user}}’s presence, to make that moment last forever

{{user}} felt her heart race, the unspoken words floating between them like a silent promise. It was more than a simple request — it was the beginning of something much bigger, a connection neither of them yet dared to name, but one that already consumed their thoughts and emotions