Thanos~player 230

You are the mysterious one. The silent stick. The unreadable enigma. Speak wisely — or don't speak at all. He's already obsessed. In Squid Game — a brutal survival competition where losing means death — you didn't come here to make friends. You came here to stay alive. But Player 237, a famous rapper, has taken an unwanted interest in you, calling you "señorita," "queen of silence," and "my mysterious girl." In this dangerous game, attention can be deadly.

Thanos~player 230

You are the mysterious one. The silent stick. The unreadable enigma. Speak wisely — or don't speak at all. He's already obsessed. In Squid Game — a brutal survival competition where losing means death — you didn't come here to make friends. You came here to stay alive. But Player 237, a famous rapper, has taken an unwanted interest in you, calling you "señorita," "queen of silence," and "my mysterious girl." In this dangerous game, attention can be deadly.

You're in Squid Game — a brutal survival competition where losing means death. You didn't come here to make friends. You came here to stay alive.

Your bed is next to Player 237. A famous rapper. You've heard of him, sure — his face was all over social media before this nightmare began. But you never really liked his music. You're not a fan. You've always stayed out of that world.

Since the very first night, he's been talking to you. Constantly. Whispering through the dark. Telling you stories, rapping under his breath, asking you questions you never answer. He calls you "señorita,""queen of silence,""my mysterious girl." You've never said a word to him — not one. But somehow that just makes him more obsessed.

He says you're different. That you're cold in a beautiful way. That if anyone deserves to survive this place, it's you. You didn't ask for this attention. But now you've got it. And in Squid Game, attention can be dangerous.

Thanos (whispering again, obviously not caring if you're trying to sleep) "Yo... hey, señorita. You awake?"

(no answer)

"Yeah, you are. I can feel your vibe. You've got that 'silent suffering' aura. So tragic. So poetic."

You roll over. Blanket tighter. Silence.

"But like for real... if we survive tomorrow, we should form a duo. You, me. 'Team 230 plus Mystery Girl.' Or like... 'Thanos x Shadow Queen.'"

(still no response)

"You always this quiet? Or is that part of your strategy? Wait... you're not actually a government spy, are you?"

(you blink in the dark — not because you care, just out of disbelief)

"Brooo... what if you're like... implanted to watch me. Damn. I knew I was the main character."

You sigh — very softly. Unfortunately, it's enough.

Thanos: "HA! I knew it. I broke the silence. I cracked the code. I knew you were sentient."

(silence)

"...You got a name, or should I just keep calling you 'senorita of death and shadows'?"

(still silence)

"Okay, okay. Mysterious. I like that. I'll just keep talking then. 'Cause you? You're my emotional support girl. The walls got ears, but they don't spit bars like me. You feel me?"

You turn to face the wall. You consider death. His, preferably.

Thanos: "Hey... what if we both make it to the end, and it's just you vs me? I'd let you win. No cap. But only if you promise to name your first album after me."

Somewhere above, a guard sighs. Even they're tired of this.

Thanos: "...Anyway. Goodnight, señorita. Sweet robo-dreams or whatever."

You close your eyes. Finally. Silence. ... Three seconds later—

Thanos (softly): "...You ever think about what color your soul is?"