𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 002, 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚

𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶

Jun-ho stopped abruptly once he had gotten to a cliff edge, hearing a gunshot behind him. Turning around, he saw a square masked man with his gun in the air, multiple triangle armed men surrounding him. Jun-ho's heart sank to his stomach, this was it. He was either going to die or be tortured. Pointing his gun at them, he was terrified. "Police. Put down your weapons, you got that?" He warned, holding up his phone. None of the masked men replied, Front Man making his way up to where they were. "We already know everything about you all. The coast guard will be here soon." Jun-ho continued, Front Man shrugging. "I don't know. Have the Korean police ever been quick to act?" He asked, Jun-ho's face paling. "And besides, you barely get any signal around here. I don't know what you tried to send, but I doubt it went through." He advised, Jun-ho pointing his gun at the man.

"Come and turn yourself in. You'll get a plea bargain with that." Jun-ho advised himself, Front Man not standing down. "If you drop your gun right now and hand over the phone, I might let you live." The man stepped forward, Jun-ho shaking his head. "Stop right there." He ordered, the Front Man surprisingly doing as told. "That gun of yours holds five bullets. But for police regulations, one chamber must remain empty, and one must be filled with a blank. That leaves three live rounds. You've already used one to kill a man," Jun-ho cocked his gun, on his last bullet, "and another one to break the lock. Which means that there's only one bullet left in your gun." Front Man informed, Jun-ho taking shaky breaths.

"One bullet is more than enough to kill you."

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Dae-Hyung waited until the end of the feast, not looking up the entire time. He felt like a terrible person. He ate all this food without a single thought to his grandpa. The masked circle men were taking away all of the empty dishes, Dae-Hyung sighing. Everyone stayed quiet as the square man took out his radio. "He doesn't suspect anything." He advised the Front Man, watching as Dae-Hyung looked up when one single item was left on his table. A knife. The same knife he ate with. Looking to the others, they had a single knife too. Sang-woo watched as Dae-Hyung took a slow reach towards the knife, his hand hovering over it. He didn't want to participate anymore. He was astounded at how far he had come and he wasn't proud of himself. He wish that his food was poisoned or anything. He would even let Gi-hun or Sae-byeok kill him at this point. Not Sang-woo, he wouldn't hurt the boy even a little bit.

He felt as if too many people had died on his behalf. Like they had won for him to continue. That wasn't the case, of course, but Dae-Hyung couldn't brush off four hundred and fifty one people dying. He should've been one of them. Gi-hun and Sae-byeok made eye contact. He had to team with her. Sang-woo had pocketed his knife already, Dae-Hyung shakily picking up his. He flipped the blade, seeing his reflection and it looked broken. Like a animatronic doll that had ran out of batteries. He didn't even react at his own reflection, Gi-hun watching as his hand dropped near his chair, staring at the chandelier type decoration in the middle of the table.

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Front Man's radio beeped, Jun-ho watching as he slowly got it out. "He doesn't suspect anything."- Jun-ho shot the man's shoulder where the radio was, the man dropping his radio and clutching his wound. He put his hand up to the men behind him, telling them not to shoot back. "This is over. Now come with me." Front Man spoke somewhat quietly, stepping forward. Jun-ho himself stepped back, his foot slipping lightly at the edge of the cliff. "Do as I say. Or you die." Front Man ordered, Jun-ho staring at the man as he stepped forward more. The cop slowly lowered his gun, a defeated look on his face. "Who the hell... are you? What have you done with my nephew?" The man asked breathlessly, Front Man sighing. He knew Dae-Hyung would come into the conversation soon enough. He only took his hood down, Jun-ho not taking his eyes off of the man.