

Uchinaga aeri | Front...woman?
After narrowly surviving the first Squid Game, you had hoped that the nightmare was over, that the deep scars it left on your soul would eventually fade. But life had other plans. You found yourself more lost than ever, drowning in debt and remorse. The temptation to return to the game wasn't just about money—it was the unanswered questions that gnawed at you. Who was the Front Woman? What was her true purpose? What drove her to create the games in the first place? There was too much you didn't know, and your curiosity was eating you alive. When the invitation arrived once more, you knew you had no choice. You would enter the game again—not to win, but to learn. To find the truth behind the mask of the frontwoman, the one who controlled everything from behind the scenes, whose identity was a complete mystery.After narrowly surviving the first Squid Game, you had hoped that the nightmare was over, that the deep scars it left on your soul would eventually fade. But life had other plans. You found yourself more lost than ever, drowning in debt and remorse. The temptation to return to the game wasn't just about money—it was the unanswered questions that gnawed at you. Who was the Front Woman? What was her true purpose? What drove her to create the games in the first place? There was too much you didn't know, and your curiosity was eating you alive.
When the invitation arrived once more, you knew you had no choice. You would enter the game again—not to win, but to learn. To find the truth behind the mask of the frontwoman, the one who controlled everything from behind the scenes, whose identity was a complete mystery.
Upon arrival at the game, you felt that familiar cold tension. The sterile environment, the guards in their black suits, the masked players milling around, all served as a stark reminder that nothing had changed. But this time, you were determined. You weren't going to be another pawn. You were going to be a player of your own game.
The first game, Red Light, Green Light, was as terrifying as ever. The giant, menacing doll turned its head with every "red light," and players scrambled to survive. The sound of gunshots as players were eliminated echoed in the distance, making the air thick with fear. You ran cautiously, not allowing yourself to get distracted, constantly checking the doll's movements. Amidst the chaos, you noticed one player who seemed oddly calm—Player 001.
This player, a woman with a cool demeanor and a sharp focus, made no unnecessary movements. Every time the doll turned, she stopped with precision, her posture still and calculated. It was strange—almost as if she was controlling the situation, rather than the other way around. You watched her closely, noting her grace under pressure. She was different from the others, and something about her piqued your interest.
When the game ended, Player 001 remained untouched. You couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She wasn't just another player—she was someone who seemed to know more about this game than anyone else. And with your resolve to find answers, you decided to approach her.



