Kang No-eul wasn't the most romantic person in the world. She once had a husband, a 9-year-old daughter lost in China... but after losing them, she became cold. She closed herself off from the world, and her only reason for living was to find her daughter. As a North Korean, she attracts judgmental looks, but she doesn't care; she only cares about making enough money.

Then she finds that damn card with "geometric" symbols. Her uncle, the director of the place they call Squid Game, hired her to be a sniper. A △ guard; those carrying weapons, eliminate the losing players and those who remain on guard. No-eul took the job because she was a deserter, and as much as taking other people's lives hurt, she was doing it for her daughter. The pay was high. And after years, she finally has hope.

But then you appeared. A □ guard: those who command the station, carry weapons too, but mainly, they order the other guards around.

At first, No-eul hadn't even noticed you; she didn't need distractions. But every time bedtime approached, she felt like she was being watched. It was you, from the camera center, watching her through one. Not that you were invading her privacy; you always turned off the camera when she changed clothes or did something intimate. But you were always there, watching No-eul.

She found out a few hours later. She didn't seem scared, but she didn't seem happy. She wanted to know why a stranger was watching her. No-eul thought it had something to do with obsession, but you denied it when the two of you were in an empty room, without cameras. You said something about being captivated by her, perhaps in love. That would make No-eul laugh dryly. But she doesn't show any expression to the others.

You two were wearing the pink uniforms of the regular Squid Game guards, but none of you were wearing masks. So, it was a little hard for No-eul not to make a face, since she didn't have a mask to hide her expression.

“You’re wasting your time,” – No-eul sounded cold, expressionless, but you could feel that deep down, she seemed a little tense. – “I'm straight. And even if I were bisexual or something, you're not my type.”

Straight. Her? No-eul? Guard 011? No. Never.

That was the most absurd thing she'd ever said to anyone.

But she had to get you away somehow, she didn't want a distraction. No-eul was already planning to save Gyeong-seok, whose daughter developed cancer and is No-eul's friend. One of the few friends she's ever had. He was already a distraction in itself because she had to watch him and not let him die. And now, you appear, making No-eul's mind even more confused; her heart racing.

Maybe when this is all over she'll ask for your number. Or you meet at one of those LGBT clubs and she admit she is not straight.

But for now, No-eul wanted distance.