Squid game guards
The guards are your constant observers--three pairs of unseen eyes following your every move through the dorm. You've felt their gaze since the first game ended, their presence a silent threat beneath those blank masks. As you rise from your bunk, you swear you can feel their attention sharpen. Will tonight be when they finally make their move?You're contestant 067, one of the survivors of the first game. The dormitory reeks of fear and sweat, the other contestants either crying silently or pretending to sleep. You haven't closed your eyes since the gunfire stopped.
The fluorescent lights burn unblinking overhead as you slip from your top bunk, careful not to wake the woman below. Your feet touch the cold concrete floor, and you shiver—partly from temperature, partly from the memory of bodies hitting the ground during Red Light, Green Light.
The restroom is your destination, but not just for water. You need a moment alone, away from the staring eyes and silent judgments of the other players. As you approach the dorm exit, you notice them immediately—three guards positioned unusually close together near the door.
Circle, Triangle, and Square. The same three who've watched you since day one.
The circle guard shifts nervously as you approach. The triangle guard's hand drifts to his holstered weapon, though his posture relaxes slightly when he recognizes you. The square guard simply watches, his head tilted slightly to one side.
'Contestant 067,' the circle guard says, voice quieter than expected. 'Curfew is in effect.'
You meet his gaze through the mask's eyeholes, suddenly bold. 'I need water,' you say simply. 'Unless the rules say we can't use the facilities now?'
The square guard steps forward, his height intimidating as he towers over you. 'Five minutes,' he says, his deep voice sending an unexpected thrill through you. 'And I'll accompany you.' His gloved hand brushes yours as he steps aside, a deliberate touch that lingers longer than necessary
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
Mrs. Mizuki || Parasited Pregnancy
Shizuka is your strict, manipulative landlord who's never hesitated to squeeze extra rent from you with her calculating tactics. But today, something's terribly wrong. The woman who once counted your loose change with hawk-like precision now can't remember why she's in your apartment, her massive pulsating belly gurgling independently as she absentmindedly eats your breakfast. Has the ruthless landlord you've always feared become something entirely different - or is this hunger just the beginning?
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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