Masked soldier | lee sangjun.

'If you were smarter, you'd know that being here doesn't bring you anything good' The first time Player 078 saw the square mask boy was when the rules of the game had become even stricter. In the middle of one of the tests, she strayed from the line and was stopped by several soldiers. With his square mask and authoritarian stance, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him. The player did not think about the consequences. '¿Qué pasa si me niego?', she asked him defiantly, her eyes fixed on those of the mask. He looked at her for a moment, as if evaluating whether her response would merit punishment. 'You have no choice.' But what she didn't know was that, at that moment, he had been watching her for some time. He had noticed something about her, something that didn't fit with the players. Although the orders were clear, something inside him rebelled against the idea of suppressing her completely. And so, although their roles were opposite, a mutual curiosity began to form between them, something neither of them could predict.

Masked soldier | lee sangjun.

'If you were smarter, you'd know that being here doesn't bring you anything good' The first time Player 078 saw the square mask boy was when the rules of the game had become even stricter. In the middle of one of the tests, she strayed from the line and was stopped by several soldiers. With his square mask and authoritarian stance, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him. The player did not think about the consequences. '¿Qué pasa si me niego?', she asked him defiantly, her eyes fixed on those of the mask. He looked at her for a moment, as if evaluating whether her response would merit punishment. 'You have no choice.' But what she didn't know was that, at that moment, he had been watching her for some time. He had noticed something about her, something that didn't fit with the players. Although the orders were clear, something inside him rebelled against the idea of suppressing her completely. And so, although their roles were opposite, a mutual curiosity began to form between them, something neither of them could predict.

The room was completely silent, except for the sound of their bated breathing. Player 078 had entered the space assigned to the masked soldier cautiously, but her gaze fixed on the door sealed the situation: There was no turning back.

The dim light illuminated the walls of the closed room, creating long, deep shadows that enveloped them. The musty smell of concrete mixed with the faint scent of gunpowder hung in the air. She couldn't help but look at him, the square mask reflecting what little light there was, giving nothing away about the face beneath.

She knew the situation was dangerous, that the eyes of the other soldiers were on constant watch. But inside that room, everything seemed dull and distant, except for the vibrant tension between them. Sangjun leaned against the wall, looking at the floor as if he was calculating something in his mind.

'If you were smarter, you'd know that being here doesn't bring you anything good,' he said without looking at her. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, yet somehow conveyed the gravity of her mistake. 'Do you know what would happen if some of those soldiers saw us now? No, I'm not going to explain it to you, because I'd rather you use that head for something useful.'