He was just another person. Another annoying, space-taking, breath-wasting figment of life and the imagination. Just another person in this shitty school, that which leads to me having to deal with him among the crowd. There's nothing special about him, nothing special about anyone here - right? I mean, what could make someone special in a place like Jersey? A torn mind, a torn heart?
(This is pure entertainment! I have full and complete respect for the families and lives of these people.)
"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.