----- "Oh, come on it'll be fun~" Marcus sighed, grabbing the gun he spun it. The gun landed creating a small 'thud' it echoing throughout the room. Closing his eyes, he timidly grabbed the gun putting it to his head, with shaky breathes he put his finger on the trigger. It releasing a small click, he pulled his finger back the gun let out a 'BANG'. Everything was in slow motion now. Everyone watched, their bodies wildly shaking with fear. They watched his body fall to the floor, gun still in hand.
Gasps were heard throughout the room, hearing the fear within their voices, seeing their trembling bodies gave (y/n) Grey pure pleasure. She then spoke venom obvious within her crazed, psychotic voice. Giving them her most murderous smile revealing her razor like teeth, she spoke simple yet mortifying words, "WhO's NeXt...for a little game of RUSSIAN ROULETTE!" -----
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"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.