𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 002, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚

𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

[TW- This chapter contains suicide!]

Front Man led the VIPs to a room decorated drastically. The walls were a rich purple as there was a gold ambience light around the place. "I am dying to know what this next game is. Give us a hint, will you?" One of the VIPs asked, Front Man humming. "As much as I'd like to, sir, I'd hate to ruin the fun for everyone." He answered, the VIP nodding. "The games of this edition have been amazing." He spoke, another man nodding. "Right. The contest in Korea was the best." He hummed, Front Man leading them down a large staircase to the viewing room. "Thank you." The Front Man nodded, feeling a pat on his shoulder. "I heard your son's in this one too, huh?" The first VIP asked, Front Man clearing his throat. "Player 002 is still in the game, yes." He spoke, changing the subject. "I believe the next game will exceed your expectations." He nodded.

"That's why we came all this way. Player 002 intrigues me the most. No offense." He shrugged, Front Man shaking his head. "None taken." The man assured, the VIP nodding. "Trust me. The screens we have at home are plenty big, but... nothing beats seeing with your own eyes." He continued, one VIP yelling suddenly. "No, don't do it, you idiot! You asshole! Fucking loser!" He yelled, everyone looking at him. "What are you so worked up about?" Another VIP scoffed, the man huffing. "I put a lot of money on that dickhead to win." He whined, the VIPs laughing as they watched 069 put his blanket around his neck. "How much?" One of them laughed, the frustrated VIP groaning. "A million bucks!" He yelled, everyone making a noise of shock except Front Man. "What convinced you to bet so much money on number 069?" One of the VIPs questioned again, it being quite an obvious answer.

"Oh, it's such a, uh, beautiful number, 069." He announced, continuing down the stairs as the VIPs laughed. Front Man's eyes were plastered on the Tv screen, watching 069 commit suicide silently without any of the other player's noticing. "Oh, you dirty dog!" The VIPs laughed, following the Front Man away from the staircase. "You can place your bets again before the next game begins." He announced, one of the VIPs raising a hand. "Is it classed as offensive if I bet on 002?" The man turned around. "Bet on whoever you want." Front Man announced, hating the fact his son is being bet on. Technically, it's good they're betting on Dae-Hyung as that meant they had hope for him. "Why don't you all get rest in your rooms?" Front Man extended an arm towards the rooms. "We'll come get you when everything's ready." He informed further, the VIP closest nodding. "I'll be looking forward to it." He spoke, the group slowly walking to their rooms as Front Man sighed,

looking to the photo in his glove.

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Dae-Hyung adjusted his eyes to the sudden lights and familiar classical music. The alarm blared, Dae-Hyung groaning as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Sang-woo looked to him quickly when masked men walked through, each carrying one corner of a gift box. Another human sized one. "What the-" Dae-Hyung stopped himself when he saw 069 dead. His eyes widened, not being able to take his eyes off of the man as he was tied down and placed into the box. Sang-woo himself felt guilty when he saw the incident, remembering what he yelled at the guy the night before. Deok-su only scoffed himself, finding the man weak. "Player 069, eliminated." The woman announced, the piggy bank dropping slowly from the ceiling as it filled with 100 million won. The Tv number went down to, to seventeen and forty four billion won.

"Attention, all players. The fifth game is about to begin. All players, follow the staff's instructions and swiftly make your way towards the game hall." Dae-Hyung snapped out of his trance when he felt a stare, looking to see Gi-hun staring at him.