❝ i'm not afraid to do whatever
it takes to win. ❞ the brunette
stepped forward, determined.
❝ remember this, i never and
will never lose. ❞
❪ 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ❫
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TWENTY THREE | GRIEF IS LOVE PERSEVERING
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THE ROOM WAS speechless.
Everyone was tense, holding their breaths. Soo-Jin had just fired the revolver she snatched from the masked watcher with no hint of remorse in her eyes. The games were wearing her morals down and her humanity was thinning. Even the kindest people have their limits, so it seemed.
A blood-curdling scream that certainly raised the hairs of those who witnessed what happened reverberated across the room. One of the bullets pierced the floor just inches -- mere inches from Deok-Su's head, but the other one grazed his upper thigh. That was a warning she wanted to let everyone know.
She has the capacity to kill.
She just had self-control.
Soo-Jin then aimed the cold firearm to the masked game supervisor and as another second passed, she held out the grip frame for the triangle masked guard to grab. Wordlessly, he took it from her and the woman glanced once again at Gi-Hun and Sang-Woo. She even caught sight of Sae-Byeok behind them, her lips slightly agape and her eyes widened. A visage Soo-Jin knew Hana would make if she ever witnessed what her older sister had just done. Hissing through her teeth, she wiped the blood off her face and tramped out of the room.
The strong achiever headed to the bathroom where she stared at herself in the mirror.
Her lips were dry and chapped, the circles beneath her eyes were dark, her hair was matted, and her hands were stained with Deok-Su's blood. She was a mess.
She washed her hands, ignoring the burning pain that stung badly. Some skin had peeled off from her knuckles and she shook her head. Her fingers then gripped the edge of the sink and she watched as her knuckles turned white. A lot of what ifs flooded her mind like a river, and she couldn't help wish she had done everything differently. Letting out a breath, she sat silently against the bathroom wall, hunched over and with a sense of loss so powerful that her muscles wouldn’t respond to commands.
She fiddled her thumbs to calm her nerves and a second later, she heard the click of the bathroom door. Sweeping her gaze up, she saw Sae-Byeok and Mi-Nyeo enter, their countenances showing concern and comfort.
"If you're here to comfort me, I don't need it." She crossed her arms, riled. "Get out."
"No," Mi-Nyeo shook her head, slowly raising her hands. "We're just here to tell you that what you did to that asshole is good! Right, girl?"
Sae-Byeok blinked, but then nodded.
"Shooting a person, almost killing them is good?"
Mi-Nyeo shrugged at Soo-Jin's previous statement. "He deserved it."
