The Dance Macabre, The Dance of Death - this was the name this war was given, this war that took so many away, that scarred the hearts of all the remaining nations.
This heinous war would bare into those who had survived forevermore, the sights they had seen seared into their minds, the sadness they felt for the dead, enemy or ally - those whose dance had come to an end, loved ones and lovers, enemies and friends. No matter who it was, everyone wept for those taken by The Dance of Death.
"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.