Paradox Solo, grandchild of the smuggler Han Solo, hates her new classes. She had done bad things, been bad things. She had given up her old life-- fighting, protecting, defending-- for this? She sat in a class room. She was learning things. This was her new life. Her sister, General Mashra Solo, insisted it be this way. When Paradox refused, it became an order. She would undergo a proper education before returning to the field. . . and her old allies. Will she bail before the first semester? What will happen during the year? After all she had been through, she knew as soon as she enrolled, this was where her life officially began.
"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.