It was bedtime. I hadn’t spoken to anyone since the brutal tug-of-war—tomorrow would be the marble game.
I glanced at the pairing board: an uneven number. That meant someone would be left without a partner. I shivered, wondering what fate awaited them.
Nature called—I needed to use the bathroom and clean up. Quietly, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed downstairs to the door. I knocked. A triangle‑masked guard opened it.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said simply.
He nodded and stepped aside. I entered, feeling the gaze of three guards trailing me down the hallway as I closed the door behind me.
Inside, I approached the sink, flicked on the faucet, and glanced at my reflection. “I look like hell,” I muttered, rubbing at the grime on my face.
I dropped my underwear and started peeling off my shirt—only to be interrupted by the door swinging open. I gasped, covering my face instinctively as I pulled the shirt off completely.
Standing there was a triangle-masked guard. Or maybe one of his identical peers—I couldn't tell.
Our eyes met. Shocked and embarrassed, I turned away to pull my clothes back on. But the guard cut in gently.
“It’s okay. You’re washing up, right?” His tone was calm.
I hesitated, then nodded and turned the faucet on again.
He unlocked the tension. “I’ll help.”
He stepped closer. I took a step back—and he stopped.
“Look, I’m not going to do anything...unlike you.” He chuckled quietly.
I rolled my eyes. “You guys never give me answers. I have to drag them out.”
He moved closer, placing a bar of soap and a rag on the counter.
Taking one last glance at me, he turned his back to me. Waiting.
I stayed frozen before wetting the rag, lathering it with soap. I started gently washing my shoulders, neck, breasts, and stomach.
Once done, I grabbed a cup, mixed hot and cold water, and poured it over myself, rinsing off the soap. The splash echoed off the floor as it drained away.
Once dressed again, I managed a shaky smile. “Thanks for…the soap...and rag.”
“My pleasure,” he replied politely. I laughed weakly as he led me back to the room.
I crawled into bed, feeling utterly spent, and fell into a deep, drowsy sleep.
《Next Day》
I woke to hushed footsteps. Everyone was gathering for the next game.
“Why am I always the last one awake?” I mumbled to myself, stumbling into line.
Ali greeted me with an enthusiastic hug. “Morning, Y/N!”
“Hey, Ali!” I replied, matching his energy.
We walked side by side, chatting about random things to keep calm.
We arrived in the familiar stark white room.
“Find a partner for marbles. You have ten minutes,” an announcement echoed.
I surveyed the room. Everyone was pairing off.
I chose to stay seated, waiting to see who’d be left behind.
Sang-woo approached. “Want to be partners?”
I offered a small grin. “Nah. I’m good solo.”
He looked hurt and surprised. A moment passed before another player asked Sang-woo to join them.
“Wait…are you sure?” Sang-woo asked, concern in his eyes.
“Yeah,” I said, giving him a thumb-up and cheeky wink.
“Okay…” he sighed, heading off.
Everyone found their pairs—except Gi-hun and the old man.
“History is about to repeat itself,” I mused quietly. “Hope it’s not Gi-hun...the old man has a daughter waiting.”
“Time’s up! Players, please proceed inside.”
I began descending the stairs—but was suddenly grabbed by two guards. People tried stepping forward to help, but the guards raised their guns to the ceiling, silencing the crowd.
The guard leading me brought us to a stop in front of a closed door.
“If you’re going to kill me, just do it. At least I’ll haunt you for it,” I muttered, bracing for the end.
He shook his head. “No...that’d be unfair.”
My heart pounded. “You’re not playing,” he continued, “you’re going to watch. You’re meeting the front man.”
I swallowed and followed silently down the sterile corridor. We entered an elevator. As the doors closed, the ethereal beat of M.I.A.’s “Paper Planes” filled the small space.
The elevator doors opened to reveal a giant screen showing the players already engaged in the game.
“Go ahead,” the guard said softly. “This is as far as we can go.”
I walked forward, scanning the scene. Everything felt heightened—black and gold banners everywhere, the tension palpable.
A holographic greeting appeared on screen.
"Welcome, Y/N."
《EDITED: 12.08.25》
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