❝ 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 FIVE | SAINTS AND SINNERS
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THE GEARS INSIDE Soo-Jin's mind were whirring again, trying to come up with a plan that will ensure their survival. Sang-Woo stood beside her, his face devoid of any emotion. His eyes flickered over to her back as another player screamed before falling to their death. The woman knew he was trying to look strong, but deep inside, he was terrified.
Just like the previous game, this was an elimination round. The game managers really wanted to reduce the number of players for the sixth game and also to increase the price pool.
"Sang-Woo, do you think we can step on the metal beams to -- " The brunette was cut off when someone stumbled on her, causing to crash against her lover's chest. Blinking furiously, she spun around and came face to face with player 244, the pastor. He was no longer wearing the vest he chose earlier, but instead the twelfth.
"Wait," she tilted her head, arching an eyebrow. "Didn't you pick the sixth vest?"
"I encountered a divine intervention. God saved me from death." he proudly declared, closing his eyes and looking up. "One of the players approached me earlier before we lined ourselves up, asking me to switch with him. God made a way for me to live."
Soo-Jin breathed unsteadily, wincing when she heard another glass panel shatter and a player died again.
At that point, the first and middle players were like sacrificing themselves to pave the way for those who we were last.
"Excuse me, ma’am." She heard someone ask from the front. "Do you think that you could help me? You happen to remember what he chose next? I can’t seem to recall which one now."
The player was asking the old lady who seemed nervous. "Oh, I don’t know, uh, it happened too quickly." She replied, uncertain.
"Think hard please. Since both of our lives depend on getting this next one."
"Okay, the left one, I think."
"Wait, no." One of the men behind them objected. "He went right and then he went left."
"Uh, he didn’t do that."
"He went left right away."
"No, it was right from there."
Player 21 shuddered, once again glancing at the old lady. "You, are you sure… he went left first?"
She hummed.
It was a mistake, however, since once player 21 leapt to the left glass panel, it bursted into shards and crashed to the ground, dead.
"Soo-Jin, Sang-Woo," stepped up Gi-Hun. "There are ten tiles left, and people still playing. If they manage to step on one or two each, the four of us can get across to the end."
