To understand what makes one kill, you must first understand what makes them tick. However, you must dissect the mind with the utmost caution. You can never know what you will find.
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Jeffery Woods, what you may think of as an average fifteen year old boy. Loss of something of importance was something he had always hated, so moving from his childhood home, as you can imagine, was hard. What was even harder was shaking the feeling that something was watching him, something in the woods.
The revered young man will one day find those mysterious eyes lingering behind boughs of cedar, but whose blood will it cost?
He assumed it was his own. He assumed wrong.
"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."
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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.