“Sang-woo?” I asked softly.
We were sitting down. I was on his lap—mostly because of my fear of heights, not that I minded the closeness.
“Yeah?” he responded, arms gently holding me in place.
“Do you think we’ll win?”
His grip tightened slightly. “Of course we will. I’m not letting you—or any of the others—die. Not in this game. Not in any of them,” he said, voice calm but firm.
I gave a half-laugh. “I’m still mad at you for what you did before all this started.”
He sighed. “Yeah…I know. I acted like a dick. I panicked—I needed the money or I was dead. Someone was coming after me.”
I nodded, understanding. “Fine. You’re forgiven…because you were always good to me—most times, I guess.”
He smiled—I couldn’t see it under the mask, but I felt it.
We had history. Before all of this, Sang-woo and I were close—friends with a complicated past. He used to help me out, giving me money when I needed it. I paid him back, little by little. But when his company went under and debt collectors came knocking, desperation made him turn cold. That’s what led us here.
《Tug of War Begins》
“Team 4 and Team 7—proceed to the platform,” the square-masked guard called.
We all watched as both groups were shackled to the thick rope, standing on opposite ends of the suspended platform.
A triangle-masked guard waved the flag.
The game began.
The rope creaked under tension as both teams pulled with everything they had. Team 4—all men—quickly gained the upper hand. Team 7 had four women, and you could tell they were struggling. One girl tripped. That was all it took—the rest stumbled, their rhythm lost.
Screams echoed through the air as Team 7 began sliding forward, inching closer to the edge.
“No! Please, I don’t want to die!”
“AHHHHH—!”
And then—SLAM.
A blade dropped. The rope was severed. Team 7 fell. Their screams were cut short as they disappeared into the void below.
Team 4 collapsed backward, gasping, alive.
“Team 6 and Team 2—proceed to the platform.”
My legs felt like jelly. Our team—four women, six men—was just like the one that had died seconds ago.
I couldn’t breathe.
Vision blurring, tears welled in my eyes. Was this how it ended?
A hand slipped into mine.
I looked up—it was Sang-woo.
“Hey,” he said softly. “We’re going to win. Trust me.”
I nodded, trying to calm my breath.
As we passed Team 4, one of the men smirked. “Sad we won’t see you again, Y/N,” he sneered, dragging a finger from beneath his eye like he was mocking tears.
Sang-woo let go of my hand…and “accidentally” tripped—slamming into the guy and knocking him clean off the edge.
The man screamed as he fell, crashing to his death.
A square guard rushed over. “What happened!?” he barked, helping Sang-woo up.
“He tripped,” I said quietly.
The guard narrowed his eyes. “Watch yourself. I’m not stupid.”
He walked away, and we headed to the platform in silence.
Strapped to the rope, everyone was quiet—the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears.
But as they shackled each person...they skipped me.
What the hell?
I shook it off and took my position.
The flag waved.
Our team leaned back hard, exactly like the old man instructed. The rope tightened. For a moment, it felt like we had control.
Then Gi-hun shouted, “PULL!”
We yanked with everything we had—it worked. The other team started sliding…but quickly recovered and pulled back harder.
We were losing ground. Panic rose.
“Oh my god, we’re going to die!” Mi-nyeo cried.
Tears pricked at my eyes. I squeezed them shut.
Then Sang-woo yelled, “I know this sounds insane, but—”
“JUST SAY IT!” Mi-nyeo screamed.
“When I say three, take THREE STEPS FORWARD!” he ordered.
“ARE YOU INSANE?!”
“JUST LISTEN TO HIM!” Sae-byeok shouted back.
“1…”
I gripped the rope tight.
“2…”
I looked down, caught a glimpse of the deadly drop—then snapped my eyes forward.
“3!”
We lunged forward—three steps.
The other team wasn’t ready. They lost their balance and stumbled.
“PULL!” Gi-hun shouted.
We yanked again, harder this time. Slowly, we began winning. The other team was scrambling, desperate.
Then—snap.
The opposing team dropped.
We were pulled forward—hard—but managed to stop ourselves just in time.
Another slam—the rope was severed, and we collapsed backward, panting. Gasping. Alive.
《After》
We were in the elevator now. The silence was suffocating.
Except for one guy. Praying.
“Can you SHUT THE HELL UP?!” I snapped.
Everyone turned to look.
“They died so we could live!” he shouted back.
“No,” I said, stepping toward him. “We lived because of the old man. Because of Sang-woo. That’s who saved us—not your invisible friend in the sky.”
He glared and returned to his prayer. “Forgive us for our sins today.”
“Oh, you want a prayer? Fine.” I put my hands together mockingly. “Dear God, I’ve sinned. I killed people to survive."
Sae-byeok smacked my arm. “Both of you, shut up.”
I grinned, unfazed.
I looked around the elevator.
I kinda wanna go home...
《EDITED: 12.08.25》
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