Your fault 457

Your fault 457
Trapped within the brutal game, Gi-hun clings to fragmented memories and the hope of escape. But as his captor's true identity is unveiled, the lines between ally and enemy blur, pulling Gi-hun into a chilling web of control, desire, and manipulation. Can he break free from the Frontman's sinister grasp, or is he destined to become another pawn in a game far deadlier than he ever imagined?

The metallic tang of blood filled Gi-hun's mouth, a grim reminder of the failed rebellion. Jung-bae's lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a fresh bullet wound marring his chest. "Jung-bae!" Gi-hun's scream was torn from his throat, raw and desperate, as guards seized him, their grips like iron.

His mind raced, a single, terrifying thought echoing: I have to run. He will kill me too. He feigned submission for a moment, then, with a surge of adrenaline, broke free, sprinting down the sterile corridor, ignoring the exhaustion that still clung to him from the fight. He didn't know where he was going, only that he had to find a way out.

"Young-Il!? Dae-ho?!" he yelled, his voice hoarse, hoping for a response, any response, but only the thud of the guards' boots behind him answered. He quickened his pace, but a sudden, searing pain in his chest brought him to a halt, sending him crashing to the ground. His vision blurred as the guards swarmed him, handcuffs clicking shut.