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AFTER (Y/N) HAD CALLED THE ONE number on the card that had been slipped into her door, she now stood outside in the same spot that she had been dropped off at, waiting for the familiar white van that would come to pick her up.

    I wonder if it's going to be that same guard?

    I now have so much to talk with him about... I wonder if he does as well.

    Just as this thought glanced through her head and the clock struck midnight, the sound of a car driving up diverted her attention to the source of the noise, smirking when seeing a pair of headlights approaching her. The same white van did pull up indeed, and no password this time was required, instead the circle-masked guard immediately clicking a button on his door to allow her to slide inside the vehicle, he doing nothing for a moment before he turned to face her.

    "So..." she smirked as she crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. "It's the same guard after all... nice to see you again, Circle 001."

    "Circle 001?" He questioned, obviously puzzled by the nickname.

    "Yes, because you're the first guard that I've had the pleasure of conversing with," she answered with a vague gesture of her hand in the air.

    "How great," he muttered under his breath as he turned back around. "There is a blindfold right next to you. The higher ups know that this gas will have no affect on you, so if you want to continue the game, you need to put that on. This is only because he has order it."

    "Who?"

    "The Front Man."

    Frowning at the sudden turn of events, (Y/n) exhaled through her nose softly before indeed listening to Circle 001 and slipping the blindfold over her eyes, not even a second later the car starting and driving away. She tried multiple times to speak with the man after that, but he merely answered her with silence, and since she couldn't see him, she couldn't tell if he was actively ignoring her or just refusing to speak to her.

    But this 'Front Man...' who is he?

    I hypothesized that he is someone I know... but I know few people.