You always felt off about him. You have no reason to, he’s always presented as calm, respectable, and even kind. But something in his stare.

It freaks you out. It’s like his soul is black. Throughout the games he’s been nice and helped you, but you still can’t shake the feeling. You feel crazy.

While laying in your bunk, silently wondering how you’re going to survive this, you see a guard walk up to you and motion for you to stand up, you furrow your brows and hesitantly do.

this is weird. no one else is coming.

You suck in a breath and as you follow him up the pastel stairs, you get covered in goosebumps.

Someone’s watching you.

You reach a room and the circle guard knocks three times exactly before walking away. The door slowly opens revealing a tall guy in black trench coat and black mask covering his face

“I am the front man.” He stares and you nearly faint. His voice has a voice changer over it so you can’t tell who it is.

Is this the guy gi-hun was telling you about? It had to be. How many front man’s could there be? You’re pretty sure it’s only one.

Before you can respond he shuts the door and pulls off his mask, your heart drops even lower.

Young-il.

you can’t even process anything and he’s already talking again, walking closer to you with calculated steps

“You’re going to help me.”