𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 002, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚

𝔗𝔴𝔬

It had been a few months since Dae-Hyung had been given the card and to be honest, he had forgotten about it until one night he got bored. He reckoned why not call it just for fun, anything better than arguing with his grandpa again. He wondered if anyone else had been given the card, observing the number on the back. "Fuck it." He whispered, sitting up in his bed and dialling the number. He picked his nose as he waited for someone to answer, a man answering. "Hello. Who is this?" He spoke, Dae-Hyung freezing in his spot. Someone answered?!- "Hello?" The voice asked, Dae-Hyung clearing his throat. "Hi, you gave me the shape-y card a few months back?" The teen asked cautiously, hearing shuffling on the other side of the phone. "Do you wish to participate in the game?" The male asked, Dae-Hyung looking to his grandfather as they shared the same room.

The man slept peacefully, Dae-Hyung feeling sorry for the man. He deserved the world for how hard he worked, not a shitty grandson whom he argued with every couple weeks. He deserved a mansion, all the food he wished, his own bedroom, for God's sake. If this game was the only way to give his grandfather the luxury he deserves, why decline? "Please." Dae-Hyung replied, the voice humming. "Please state your name and birthdate." The voice ordered, the teen shuffling in his seat. "Lee Dae-Hyung, December 12th 2001." The boy answered quietly, hearing typing. "Very well. You will meet a van at midnight tonight, the password is 'Red light, Green light', go to the end of your road." The phone line then rung, Dae-Hyung staring at the phone. The time read eleven forty, Dae-Hyung springing up. He slid some shoes on and put on his grandfather's jacket, it being the closest.

Once he had gotten dressed up, he kissed the side of his grandfather's head as a silent goodbye, speeding out of the door as he had ten minutes until he missed the van. Getting to where he was supposed to be, the boy checked the time, seeing eleven fifty-seven. Three minutes. Three minutes he would get picked up for this 'game'. How hard could it be? Playing this game and then paying for his grandfather's dream life. In Dae-Hyung's mind, he was a hero right now. The whole street was dark except for streetlights until a dim light neared closer, Dae-Hyung looking to see headlights. A van, as described, pulled up in front of him, the window rolling down. "Hi, is this the game thing?-" The boy stopped at the driver's appearance, the person in a pink bodysuit and a black mask with a white triangle on it.

"Mr. Lee Dae-Hyung?" The man asked, Dae-Hyung nodding slowly. "That would be I." He whispered, staring at the man. "Password?" The triangle man asked, Dae-Hyung snapping out of his trance. "Uh, Red light, Green light?" He let out hurriedly, the man nodding as the door opened. "Thanks..." The boy spoke slowly, getting into the van. He sat next to a woman, moving her curly hair out of the way and shuffling to get comfortable. The door shut as he observed everyone in the van, them all asleep. "It is midnight..." The boy let out, kind of regretting his decision. "Are you tired? Because I'm not." Dae-Hyung laughed, trying to make conversation as the guy pressed a button. Dae-Hyung leaned forward curiously as the man didn't answer before steam shot in his face. The boy coughed, the man in pink rearranging his mirror to see Dae-Hyung lean back in his seat,

passed out.

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Dae-Hyung woke up to the sound of people talking, rubbing his eyes as he was in a bed. He saw the structure of the bed atop of him as he looked from side to side, seeing people in green tracksuits looking very confused. He sat up quickly, seeing a lot of people in one large room, beds everywhere. He saw he was wearing his own tracksuit, grimacing at the fact he didn't dress himself into it. He didn't notice the camera that was directly in front of his face, the Front Man staring at his screen. He scanned the room and saw a random old man looking to everyone and counting, before a familiar face walked up to him. "Gi-hun? Gi-hun!" The boy spoke to himself, rushing out of his bed. Their grandparents were friends, owning shops next to one another.