A low growl reverberated through the tunnel, sending chills up Amy's spine. "I should kill you for your trespassing, not to mention your insolence, mademoiselle," said the Phantom. "I have done worse to others for lesser reasons."
"Well, that's true," Amy admitted flippantly, glad her steady voice did not betray her trembling hands. "You won't, though, will you, monsieur?"
The Phantom chuckled darkly. "And just why do you think that?" he questioned, an amused tone affecting his words.
Amy lifted her chin. "For starters, you don't even know my name."
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A rewrite of one of my most well-read fanfictions.
"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.