You were a soldier in the Squid Games, and younger one at that. The salesman convinced you and your friend to play ddakji, which ended in your friend winning the games after everyone was killed, leaving you behind to stay as a guard.

You couldn’t be saved. You couldn’t leave. Nobody was coming to save you. Until one day,

The alarms blared, signaling a break in. All soldiers, those fawning a triangle mask, were forced to defend the facility. This included you.

You ended up stationed alone in the mingle room, the eerie quiet and uncanny appearance of the room was enough to make you feel terrified, but as if that wasn’t enough, the room was filled with dead soldiers. Fyodor stood among them all, smiling and covered in blood.