𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

prologue

"Player 227. The winner for two consecutive years. Rules of the game have shifted and those who have won are being invited either to spectate or join, the choice is yours."

"I didn't tell you to reveal my information." You laughed when the person on the other line had stopped speaking, "It shall remain confidential. Then again, nothing can be kept as secret. With me joining the games, do you think the contestants are in a disadvantage?"

"Yes. The password is Red Light, Green Light."

Just as when you were about to say something he have the audacity to hang up on you, leaving you dumbfounded before laughing. Staring at the card in front of you, it seems that most of the games will be based on what the children often played.

"Red Light. Green Light?" Repeating what he had said, you had learned to read between the lines and you used that to your advantage every time you play, "Some sort of foreshadowing you got there..... Front Man."

Either way, you have no doubts that In-Ho had already signed your name in the games yet again. This time, you aren't too sure that things will go the way they wanted it to be.

Something will happen. No, someone will interfere and change the course of plans they have already set for the players who are chosen to join.

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[11:58 pm]

You stood there at the side of the road, all alone though you are anything but scared. It didn't take long before a van stopped in front of you, revealing the masked person who didn't waste any time to ask, "The password?"

"Red Light. Green Light."

The door opened as you climbed at the backseat. Seeing that there are only six people in the van, including you and the driver, it didn't take long for you to deduce that you are the last person who joined the games.

"Number 29? Any word from your boss?"

Staring right at you in the rearview mirror, the staff immediately replied, "Nothing. Front Man said that it will not be discussed so casually."

You nodded in understanding as they take all of you to where the venue will be, along the way, you couldn't help but ask, "Are you gonna knock me out like you did to the others?"

"You are immune to the sleeping gas."

"That's unfortunate. It worked last time." You gladly informed them, keeping this little chit chat to avoid the awkward atmosphere filled the van, "If I were you, I should totally watch my back." 

Number 29 didn't say anything regarding the statement that you have said, clearly afraid that you might kill them in the driver's seat.

That's because you're the person behind them.

After all, you're that one particular player who participated in the games for two years, who also killed over 700 players and showed no signs of hesitation.

"You know what, forget it." You said dismissively, "Not like you're gonna remember the words of the person who will soon die."