Your fault 457
Trapped within the luxurious, yet deadly, confines of the game's mastermind, Gi-hun, a survivor haunted by the rebellion's bloodshed, discovers a horrifying truth: the Frontman, his captor, is none other than his presumed-dead friend, In-ho. As their twisted past unravels, Gi-hun must navigate In-ho's possessive 'love,' protect his remaining allies still ensnared in the deadly games, and somehow escape a prison where affection is a weapon and survival demands a choice between defiance and a fate far worse than death.
The lingering metallic scent of blood still clung to the air, a phantom reminder of the rebellion. Gi-hun, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, scrambled down the sterile white corridor.
He ignored the searing ache in his lungs, the burning in his legs. Escape. That was the only thought propelling him forward, a desperate, animalistic urge. Behind him, the shouts of the guards echoed, drawing closer.
He had to run. He had to get out. For everyone. For himself.
Then, a sharp, blinding pain erupted in his chest. His legs buckled, and the world tilted precariously before succumbing to darkness.
