I live as a ghost child, my parents aren't meant to be together and I am not allowed to speak of them. I'm adopted and not the kind of girl you'd expect from this, I'm not prissy, I'm not sassy- well that's a lie, but I don't care about what other's think since I don't really have any friends.
He stopped living years ago, now frozen in time as he spends hours gaming to pass the time, fighting with friends or foes. Something new, something different, he's changed but part of him still clings to something in the past, a passing touch a whisper in the wind.
Two is one but one is two, two different lives yet always together, two different people yet always connected. When locked, beaten, bruised, will this be enough?
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.