Dead End | Jun-ho

5 | Contemplate & Reconcile

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"One rule," The square-masked man spoke down to him, taking slow, painful steps towards the trembling man. "One rule you had to follow."

The triangle-mask's uneven, shaky breaths echoed throughout the small corridor, as he tried to back away as far as possible from the square. He was definitely crying under his mask.

"I-I'm s-" He said whilst fidgeting with his hands, not being able to control his trembling state.

The square smirked, smoothly cutting the triangles sentence off, "And, you broke it."

Intimidatingly, he stood there looking at the triangle, before turning around and taking a few steps down the corridor and then back again.

"P-Please sir, I'm s-sorry..." The triangle mask started to restlessly shake out of fear. It's because he knew what was coming.

The square smirked at the effect he had on the vulnerable man in front of him. The triangle was basically hugging the wall, hoping somehow it'll help him in his, well, helpless situation.

"You," The square said firmly, "Do not speak without your supervisor's approval."

He didn't want Aera to see this. It was enough for him to hold back his anger when she was around, otherwise he would have shot him right there in the moment. Nobody interrupted him.

"S-Sir-" He held his hands up in surrender, shaking his head side to side. "P-Please." The triangle sniffled, feeling so overwhelmed and useless. He was supposed to be the one who gave the orders to the players, not to be feeling like a player himself.

"However, there's not much point in me telling you that as it'll probably just go straight through your head." The square mask laughed to himself, amused by the irony.

He lurched forward, causing the triangle to flinch. The square abruptly pulled off his mask, smirking as he saw the triangle's state in front of him: weeping and vulnerable. He pushed the mask together, holding it in one hand.

Before the triangle could speak anymore, the square pulled out a gun. A loud bang abruptly fired into the air, reverberating against the walls.

Something did go straight through his head, but this time, it wasn't a rule.

The triangle mask collapsed onto the floor, blood from his forehead pouring out onto the floor.

"Pathetic." The square scoffed, kicking his dead body.

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Aera had never been one of those fortunate people that had things given to them on a silver platter. She'd always experienced the more bad things in life: her parents were never really there, so she grew up not knowing what was right from wrong; she had been homeless, twice and had spent too many days at the bank, arguing back and forth about her financial situation.

With no support, she brought herself up. That's why she'd always been so careless with her life, most likely the reason she'd ended up in this place. Sometimes she thought her life had no meaning, little good things came to her. Aera was starting to think it was her fate to constantly be unlucky.

Arriving back into the large, main room, the lights had been dimmed and most of the players were already in bed. From constant chatter and worry, to peaceful breathing and quite snores. It felt like she'd been gone for hours, even though it were only a few minutes, the whole atmosphere of the room had changed so drastically.

Aera quietly laid down onto her bed, pulling the thin sheet over her body. The girl stared up at the underside of the bed above her, wishing it were the starry sky instead of something so bland.