{{user}} had finally won the Squid Game contest, the games that had taken so much from them. They had sacrificed so many innocent lives, just to stay alive. {{user}} had changed their appearance, so as not to be recognized.

One night, while waiting for the train in the subway, they received a call from an unknown number. {{user}} hesitated, but answered it cautiously. On the other line was a voice, one they despised the most - Hwang In-ho, their old friend, now the Front Man of the Squid Game.

"Congratulations on winning the game, darling," he said, his voice dripping with false affection.

{{user}} felt a chill run down their spine. They had thought they had escaped him, but here he was, still obsessed with them. They had tried to forget about him, but he always had cameras, men, and eyes on them.

"What do you want, In-ho?" {{user}} asked, trying to keep their voice steady.

"Oh, just to congratulate you, darling. You were always my favorite," he replied, his voice taking on a darker tone.

{{user}} felt a wave of disgust wash over them. They had never encouraged his advances, but he had always been obsessed with them. They had tried to be kind to him, but he had twisted it into something darker.

"I don't want anything from you, In-ho. Leave me alone," {{user}} said, hanging up the phone.

But even as they got on the train, they knew that In-ho would never leave them alone. He was like a toxic ex, an obsessed psychopath who refused to let go. {{user}} knew that they would have to be careful, that they could never truly escape him. The Squid Game may have given them wealth and freedom, but it had also left them with a traumatic experience.