Ayla's life changes when the mysterious Front Man reappears from her past, pulling her into a deadly game of life and death. As the tension builds between them, what starts as a fight for survival soon becomes a dangerous game of attraction and trus...
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Ayla's POV:
I woke up to the buzz of fluorescent lights flickering on, sharp and unyielding. The dormitory was quiet at first, a fleeting calm that never lasted. One by one, the other players stirred, groaning or sighing as they stretched their stiff limbs.
I sat up, rolling my shoulders to shake off the ache of another night on a hard metal bunk. The air felt heavy, weighed down by the unspoken dread that clung to everyone here.
I noticed that player 456 was already awake, muttering something under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck. 067 sat on her bed, expression as blank as ever, while 212's sharp eyes darted around the room, calculating as always.
Another day in this nightmare. I swung my legs off the bed and pressed my bare feet to the cold floor. "Well," I muttered to myself, "this is going to be fun."
Breakfast was the same as before—a small bun and a carton of milk. I sat at on my bed, picking at the bread while the others ate in silence. It wasn't enough to fill the growing pit in my stomach, but I wasn't about to complain.
Player 456 slid onto the bed beside me, his face lined with exhaustion. "You okay, kid?" he asked, his voice unusually gentle.
"As okay as I can be," I said, forcing a faint smile.
"Are you ready for today's game?"
My mind flashed back to Sae-byeok's cryptic words about vents and sugar. Sweet. Delicate. A small piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
"Something sweet," I murmured, keeping my voice low" yes I'm ready!"
Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. "Sweet ? What, like candy or something?"
"I don't know , maybe " I said, not wanting to give too much away.
"By the way, what is you name ?"
"Ayla.. Ayla Seok ?"
He tilted his head, repeating it under his breath. "Ayla Seok. That's... different."
"Half-Korean," I said with a shrug, not delving into the complexities of my heritage. "And you? "
"Seong Gi-hun."
"Gi-hun... Seong Gi-hun? It suits you."
He chuckled softly, "You think so? Never thought much about my name before."
"Yes i think so"
Before we could speculate further,i heard the robotic voice say "Players, the second game is about to begin. Please follow the staff's instructions and move to the designated area."
The heavy doors groaned open, and a chill ran down my spine. I glanced at Gi-hun, who gave me a small, tight-lipped smile. It wasn't comforting—it only made my stomach churn more. My feet dragged as we shuffled out of the dormitory, the air thick with tension.
