Seoul was loud this morning, as always.
The white-haired girl sat languidly beside the window of her apartment, staring down into the streets below.
She pondered her circumstances... and what she planned to do today.
The salesman.
The recruiter-
Whatever the fuck his job description was.
That guy.
She needed to find him.
Or- better yet, coerce or bait him into coming to her.
But... how?
She didn't even know his name, only that he showed up when you were at the end of your rope.
A guy meant to appear like a guardian angel in your hour of need...
...when he was really Cerberus latching his teeth in your ankles to drag you away.
Maybe the station he was in...
It was a decent enough starting point. Just a bench on one of the platforms.
A novel meeting place, nothing special.
Probably why the games have been under the radar for so long...
Nobody notices, nobody cares- especially not if the games stuff enough cash down your throat to keep you quiet.
She's jolted from her contemplative reverie when she hears her doorbell buzz, likely from someone at the lobby.
Dae-eun earned a creak in relief from the wooden chair as she went to the system sitting by her door, clicking a button.
"Who is it?" She asked calmly.
"Package for Miss Song?" A male voice delivered calmly.
Dae-eun sighed internally, nothing sketchy here.
"Bring it up, I'll buzz you in."
After allowing the delivery man in, she went back to pick up her phone from the bed, deciding to check her notifications while she waited.
Flicking it open, she scrolled down- pausing momentarily.
What the...
Texts.
Missed calls.
Voicemails.
All from Gi-hun.
Dae-eun sat up, just when she thought she could relax for one damn second... it's yanked away.
She opened her messages.
DAE-EUN.
PICK UP.
YOU'RE NOT SAFE.
THAT SALESMAN BASTARD KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE.
Dae-eun felt an intense burst of nausea fill her stomach.
No... surely not.
How could he?
She didn't live with her Grandfather anymore, and it's been three years since the games.
How could the salesman possibly know where she-
Ding dong.
Again- she was disturbed from thinking.
She's starting to believe the universe is determined to not let her finish her train of thought.
The doorbell rings again.
Right, the package...
She gets up.
...
...Dae-eun stops two steps from the door.
What package?
Dae-eun realised she'd never placed an order for a package... for anything.
She wasn't expecting anything...
The white-haired girl unlatched her door, pulling it ajar- and damn near scrambling back in fear when she saw the face of the man behind it.
No delivery man-
...a salesman. The salesman.
Dae-eun pushed on the door, attempting to force it closed, only for the man to wedge his perfectly-shined flat shoe into the gap, using his superior strength to force it open.
The salesman stepped inside, walking straight past her and looking around with an appraising view, as if he was admiring the place...
Or casing it to rob.
As he turned to face her, she got a good look at his face- and quickly remembered why exactly she could never place his face.
He was so... generic looking.
Any clean-shaven, well-dressed man she'd ever met could have had his face and she'd have never noticed.
It's a brilliant diversion.
She wanted to claw the tongue of her inner voice for that.
"Player 225..."
Dae-eun had to stop herself flinching when she was addressed not by her name, but her damn player number.
Another method of the game's to undermine their individuality...
"Yes-?" She spat, facing the man and his dead-eyed stare... unnervingly accompanied by such a fond smile.
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Killer Addiction - (Squid Game)
Fanfiction(CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, WILL POST A LOT WHEN I COME BACK) "Would you like to play a game with me?" "What kind of game?" Song Dae-eun is in debt to the total of 210 million won, and, feeling guilty about mooching off her grandfather's hard-earned cash...
