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 :
Silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. I barely registered the sound of the door clicking shut after Il-nam's departure, my mind still reeling from everything he had just told me. The truth clung to my skin like a cold, damp fog, seeping into every crevice of my thoughts.
I could still feel the ghost of Oh Il-nam's words lingering in the air, poisoning everything around me.
It was all real.
He had been part of this from the start, playing with our lives like we were nothing but pieces on a board. All those nights I spent watching him struggle, all the moments I thought we had—none of it had been real. It was all a lie.
My body trembled as I sat on the couch, hands gripping my arms as if that could hold me together. The betrayal sank deep, cutting through me like a knife. I should've known better. Nothing in this place had ever been fair.
A heavy silence filled the room, pressing down on me. But then—a shift in the air.
I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I forgot he was still here.
The Front Man.
His presence loomed behind me, watching, waiting. He hadn't spoken a word since Il-nam left, but he was still here. And the moment I felt him move, a slow, deliberate step closer, my body tensed.
"I suppose this was inevitable," his voice finally broke the silence, deep and unreadable.
I whipped around to face him, my vision blurred with unshed tears. "You knew," I spat, my voice shaking with emotion. "You knew this whole time."
He didn't deny it. He simply stood there, silent, his unreadable mask giving me nothing.
And suddenly, it all boiled over.
"You knew we were being used! You let us think we had a chance!" My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "You stood there behind your mask and watched us beg for our lives! Was it fun for you? Watching people die?"
The Front Man didn't react at first. He merely tilted his head, as if observing me, letting me pour out every ounce of rage and grief that had been clawing at my chest.
"You let me think he was just another player," I whispered, my voice barely holding together now. "And all this time, you knew."
Finally, he took another step forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. "I did what had to be done."
I let out a bitter laugh, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. "That's all you ever say, isn't it? That's your excuse for everything."
His shoulders tensed slightly, but his voice remained steady. "It is the truth."
