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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏

AT THE START OF THE SIXTH AND FINAL game, both Sang-woo and Gi-hun looked ready to kill one another, rage coursing through their blood at having someone close to them being taken. For Gi-hun, it was Sae-byeok, a friend of his, who was killed by Sang-woo. And for Sang-woo, it was (Y/n), someone he finally fell in love with.

    At least he believed she was dead.

    He didn't know that she was brought to a bedroom somewhere far away from the main room, now receiving the medical attention that Sae-byeok couldn't have.

    Playing their childhood game—Squid Game—that was always described as the most violent and active of all the games they played as children, Gi-hun had stood on the outside of the court as the offense player while Sang-woo stood within as defense, trying to stop him from crossing the inside of the squid shaped court and touching its 'head.'

    When it started raining, when they began to fight with the knives that they were left with, it seemed as if Gi-hun had the upper hand.

    But then he didn't.

    Making it seem as if he would take his own life after having sand thrown in his eyes, cuts blooming across his face, the skin on his ankle bitten off, and being beaten multiple times, Sang-woo then directed his knife toward Gi-hun's neck and stabbed it right through his right carotid artery. He twisted the blade into Gi-hun's flesh with a primal yell of rage, his mind swarming with thoughts of how (Y/n) died by his hand. Watching as Gi-hun gasped and choked, his hands frantically grappling his wound to try and stop the blood that sprayed, he fell over, writhing and stirring up the mud before he stilled.

    He was dead.

    Sang-woo had won.

    But even when knowing that he would get all of that prize money to himself, he didn't feel happy.

    He had just killed someone he considered a friend, life became meaningless to him, and the person who he finally fell in love with was taken from him. As the knife slipped from his fingers, he turned his face upward to the rain-filled sky and let out a loud and grating yell that made the VIPs watching cringe. It was one filled with anger, sadness, regret, bitterness, and everything else a survivor of something horrific would feel. As one of the guards led him to the bathroom to wash up, they also handed him his normal clothes to change into.