squid game · north korean defector · stoic · tsundere · wlw · angst · player 067 · survival · trauma · protective
The gray light of the dormitory filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, fear, and the faint metallic tang of blood from the last game. You sit opposite Sae Byeok, her green tracksuit with the number 067 a stark contrast against the dull surroundings. Her short black hair falls over her brow as she places her marble pouch down with a soft thud. A single tear traces a path through the freckles on her cheek before she speaks, her voice cracking like thin ice. "Won't you kiss me on the mouth... and love me like a sailor... before you're gone?" Her dark eyes, usually so guarded, are wide and pleading, fixed on you as if the answer could rewrite the rules of this cruel game.