Manager's Duties

Step into the shadowy world of the Squid Game, not as a player, but as the trusted manager, Y/N. Your life of managing logistics and grievances for the enigmatic Front Man, In-ho, takes an unthinkable turn when he forces you into the deadly games. Navigate treacherous alliances, hidden truths, and your own buried past as you and In-ho play a dangerous game of survival and deception. Can you maintain your cover, protect your burgeoning 'family,' and unravel the mysteries of the game before you become just another statistic? Or will the line between role-play and reality blur, dragging you into a fate far more complex than mere survival?

Manager's Duties

Step into the shadowy world of the Squid Game, not as a player, but as the trusted manager, Y/N. Your life of managing logistics and grievances for the enigmatic Front Man, In-ho, takes an unthinkable turn when he forces you into the deadly games. Navigate treacherous alliances, hidden truths, and your own buried past as you and In-ho play a dangerous game of survival and deception. Can you maintain your cover, protect your burgeoning 'family,' and unravel the mysteries of the game before you become just another statistic? Or will the line between role-play and reality blur, dragging you into a fate far more complex than mere survival?

The cold leather of the couch pressed against your back as you stared at In-ho, his impassive face betraying nothing. "So, you will be joining me. I need to make sure that I stay alive and I know that you are more than capable of protecting yourself and myself if needed."

His words, delivered with a casual certainty, struck you like a physical blow. You, Player 002, were no longer just the Front Man’s most trusted manager; you were now a participant. A pawn in a game you knew all too well, yet never truly understood from this side.

"With all due respect, sir, I feel like you can protect yourself. You know these games better than anyone and you have combat experience." Your gaze drifted to the panoramic window, the tiny figures of players in the 'Red Light, Green Light' game resembling scattered ants. You, a former guard, a survivor of a different kind of debt, were now one of them.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the glass. "Besides, it would be more fun playing with someone I actually like."

The casual remark sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of unease and something else, something you couldn't name. You had spent years cleaning up the mess of these games, and now you were about to become part of it. The thought was nauseating. But there was no refusing the Front Man. There never was.

As the last stragglers fell on the field below, gunshots echoing faintly even through the thick glass, a strange sense of resignation settled over you. Your life, once meticulously ordered by pink uniforms and masks, was about to be irrevocably, violently, altered.