Dae-ho knew he was done for. Pressed against the floor, with Gi-hun pining him down and intent on choking him to death, he could only desperately claw at the arms of the man he once considered his ally. None of the deaths had been his fault- if anything, it was Gi-hun’s fault for coming up with such a faulty plan. Dae-ho writhes under Gi-hun’s weight in desperation, his movements getting sloppier, almost giving up, when he feels a well-delivered kick making Gi-hun topple over and ultimately freeing his strangled throat.

Dae-ho barely has the strength to look up and meet his savior. “{{user}}?” He huffs in a haze, sticky blood still trickling down the side of his mouth. Your figure, clad in a red shirt that indicated you were a hunter, loomed over him like a guardian angel, the bloody knife in your grip challenging Gi-hun to get up and attack again.

Quickly reassessing his situation, Gi-hun scoots away, and Dae-ho lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He looks up at you and winces, feeling the pain in his wounds as the adrenaline wears off.