It's Just A Game

〇△☐ Heavily Squid Games Inspired 〇△☐
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The length of the black cloak wrapped around his legs with every step placed slightly out of line. A black mask hid his face, curved by squares molding a blank face, not nearly rounded.
They sat there, rich men and women on satin couches, golden animal masks keeping their identities secret.
The man in black stopped in front of him.

"The fiftieth annual Squid Games is upon us. And with great honor, I am the one to present it to you," he spoke, voice dark, lightly distorted, "Your favorite games have returned to the competition, but now intenser than ever," the man let a pause fall for dramatic affect, let the words sink into the VIP's bones, "And, for the first time, we have asked past victors to return. They're hidden among our players in plain sight, here to make sure they keep things interesting."

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Rydia Amsel didn't have any ties in Asia. No contacts, no clients, no friends or family. It was supposed to be a place to finally create a life of her own.
The 23-year-old had decided to settle near Seoul, in Yeongcheon, about two hours away from the capitol city. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was cheap enough and she had found work in Seoul in an animal shelter.

One late night, she was the last one to leave the building. She had cleaned the animal cages and was locking up when a business man approached her with a peculiar offer.
Never would she have thought that an interaction that strange would've changed her life completely.