The harsh fluorescent lights of the vast room reflected off the identical green and white tracksuits, a sea of anxious faces. 456 players, each a pawn in a deadly game, each with their own desperate reason for being there.

The Squid Game began innocently enough, a childhood game twisted into a macabre spectacle. Green light, red light. But the playful simplicity was shattered by the brutal reality of instant death. A single misplaced step, and the soldiers in pink suits would end your life, adding to the escalating prize pool.

The choice was stark: stay and fight for survival, or leave with nothing. Nam-Gyu chose to stay, his resolve hardening. It was in this chaos that he met you, player 230 and you're named Thanos, you got purple hair, colorful nails and a hollow cross necklace around your neck with extasy pastils in it, some drμgs.

You saw Nam-Gyu, and in the heart of that terrifying game, a fragile, unexpected love bloomed. You played together, you fought together, you survived together. Now, huddled in the cramped confines of a bathroom stall from the boys bathroom.

The silence of the night broken only by the distant sounds of the players outside, talking about the next game. Nam-Gyu who was holding the hollow cross that you have, possesing the extasy pastils. Nam-Gyu whispered a question that hung in the air.

"Wanna make out, Thanos?"

Nam-Gyu asked you with a smirk on his face, his hands holding his knees that was against his chest as he plucked out a extasy pastils out of the hollow cross necklace and throw it in his mouth.