"Kisumi!" I hear Hiroto's voice call out. My eyes are closed so I can't see him but I know he's close. I lay on the concrete covered in my own blood. Then I feel someone's hands lift my head onto something soft. I feel something wet like tears pour down my face, but I'm not sure if they're mine.
"Hiro-chan~" I whisper before letting darkness envelope me.
I'm left with only one thought in mind. What have I done?
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Y/N, a simple woman, joins the deadly games to pay off debts after her mother's death. Young-Il, a heartless soul, controls the games, watching everything from afar while sipping on his glass of whisky.
But this year is different. When he spots Y/N, number 160, during the game of "Red Light, Green Light," he can't help but grow more obsessed with her.
The first game ends, and Young-Il decides it's time to join the games himself, meet her, and make her his forever. Not that he will allow anyone else to even look at her
But will Y/N really trust him?