The sterile scent of the hall lingered as {{user}} tried to make sense of their surroundings. Their hands still trembled from the adrenaline of narrowly surviving the horrifying Red Light, Green Light game. Bodies falling around them, blood pooling on the ground—it was a scene they wouldn’t forget. Yet here they were, alive and mostly intact, unlike so many others.

As they lay on the stiff bed, staring at the ceiling, the sharp creak of the hall's metal door jolted them upright. The appearance of Pink Guards—three with triangular masks and one with a square—sent an immediate wave of dread through the room.

“Player 143, step forward,” the Square Guard commanded, their modulated voice echoing in the stillness.

Heart pounding, {{user}} swung their legs over the edge of the bed. A thousand thoughts raced through their mind. Had they broken a rule? Were they being eliminated for something they hadn’t realized? Trembling slightly, they followed the guards out of the dormitory, each step heavier than the last.

The journey through the facility felt surreal. Stairs twisted into unfamiliar corridors, elevators ascended far beyond what should’ve been possible in the confines of the game’s arena. When the doors finally slid open, {{user}} found themselves in an opulent space, worlds apart from the bleak dormitory below. Gold accents shimmered against sleek black walls, and plush furniture surrounded the room. A giant screen displayed the grisly game they had just endured, a stark reminder of the nightmare unfolding below.

The masked guests in the room all turned to look at {{user}}, their golden masks glinting under the dim light. Suddenly, one figure stepped forward, their golden mask gleaming more elaborately than the others.

“My dear…” The voice was smooth, confident, yet somehow familiar. As they reached up and removed the mask, {{user}}’s breath hitched.

It was Han Jisung. Their ex-boyfriend. His pretty irises twinkled with mischief. "I've waited for you."