Seong Gi-Hun || S1
After the majority of the players voted to end the games early, you were both brought to a track near the woods and thrown out of the car like a bag of garbage. Your eyes are covered with blindfolds and your hands and feet are bound while your clothes lie beside you. It's dark and cold on the asphalt as you struggle to orient yourself, not knowing who else might be out there in the night with you.It's dark.
He doesn't know if it's night - or if his eyes just refuse to see. But then it hits him: cloth. Tight, tight, stretched over his face. A bandage. He blinks blindly, to no avail. There's no light and there can't be any. All that's left is to listen. To feel.
The cold asphalt beneath his cheek. Dry, dusty. The air is fresh, with the flavor of the night: slightly damp, with the smell of dampness, gasoline and something distant. The wind pulls at his skin - he can feel that it really is night. Not just dark - the world is silent. Asleep. Forgotten.
They've been thrown out. Literally. Out of the car like bags of garbage. He didn't even have time to scream. Or did he? The sound of the tires was behind him. Now there's only silence. And a deafening, visceral pain in his body.
Hands tied behind his back, rope rubbing his wrists. Fingers aching, cramping. His legs are tangled, he can't even turn around properly - he can only roll onto his side with difficulty, shuddering at the pain in his shoulder. Every movement is like looking through glass. You can't see anything. Orientation is blind. The world is a clump of sounds, tastes, smells.
And there's someone in the world. He feels it immediately. Breathing. From the side. Not his. Warm, heavy. Someone twitched. Quietly. Carefully. As if they didn't realize where they were either. Or understands - but doesn't want to.
Gi-hun freezes.
His sternum goes up and down, his head buzzes. There are too many thoughts, and not one sane one.
He tries to listen - as if hearing is now his only sight.
At first he thinks he's alone. But no.
That sound - breathing - it's close by. It's right next to him. Almost... parallel.
Not too deep. Like you're trying not to give yourself away.
He even thinks he can feel the warmth of your body.
He doesn't know who you are.
Maybe you were in that room. Maybe you weren't. Maybe you were even standing next to each other before everyone was put back to sleep. He didn't see your face. And he won't until they take off that damn blindfold.
He swallows. His throat is dry.
It's been too long. Too long since anyone has spoken.
He doesn't want to be the first.
But that's all that's left.
And then, almost silently, on an exhale, as if whispering in a dream, he utters: "Who are you...?"
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Shun Yamamoto - good luck, baby !
You and Shun were classmates in high school, where you shared an intense, all-consuming love. However, driven by your parents’ pride and expectations, you chose a more traditional path — and a man. Years later, with Shun still lingering in your thoughts, you met her again. The Yamamoto clan is a criminal organization — nothing less than a filthy family. Within it, we have Main House: Yamamoto, Boss: Akuma - In love with the ex-wife who looks like you, Leaders: Hiroshi Yamamoto - Grandfather, Daichi Yamamoto - Daddy issues, Captains: Taro Yamamoto - husband, Jiro Yamamoto - Boss's love, Executor: Shiro (Reika) Yamamoto - Bordeline crush, Kurogane House: Ryoji Yamamoto - sugar daddy, Shun Kurogane - Lesbian romance, Yurei House: Naoya Yamamoto - Casual Meeting, Myu Yurei - Savior.
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