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Beneath the mask, a girl remained,
With bloodied hands and soul unchained.
She walked through fire, through glass and pain, And met the end with none to blame.
A whisper lost beneath the light,
A trembling hand, a final fight.
She died afraid, but in his arms—
One breath, one touch, one brief disarm.
No victor's crown, no final bow,
Just silence on her furrowed brow.
And though the dark closed in too soon,
Her name still burns beneath the moon.
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Every step was agony.
The jumpsuit clung to my body, heavy with sweat and blood and despair. The mask pressed against my face like a coffin lid, suffocating, sealing me into this nightmare I hadn't woken up from since the first game. My leg buckled with every third step. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming.
But I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
I limped down the endless halls, trailing one hand against the wall to keep myself upright. No one noticed. No one cared. A tall soldier, stumbling, injured—in this place, that wasn't out of place. The anonymity of uniform protected me, but it also buried me alive. I wasn't Eunha anymore. Just another ghost in pink.
I turned the corner and found the room.
The floor was the first thing I noticed.
It glowed—a massive screen stretched wall to wall, showing the faces of every player still alive. Their numbers burned beneath their photos, stark white against red. Surveillance, brutal and exact.
222
456
Those were the only ones I recognized.
My eyes scanned the sea of strangers, hoping, begging to see the number I wanted more than anything.
Dae-ho.
Where was he?
Where was his face?
Where was his number?
I staggered into the room, my breath catching in my throat.
No.
No, no, no.
I dropped to my knees.
It wasn't possible.
He had to be here. He had to. He was stronger than me. Smarter. He wouldn't have just... disappeared.
But he wasn't there.
Not on the floor. Not on the wall. Not anywhere.
I reached for my mask, desperate for air, for anything that wasn't this moment, but I couldn't rip it off. My hands were shaking too hard.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to destroy this entire room.
But no one looked at me.
No one noticed the tall soldier clutching the wall like a child trying not to drown.
Young-il wasn't there.
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No Way Out (Squidgame s2 x child reader)
FanfictionAt just 14, Evelyn "Eunha" Park has already learned that life is nothing but a series of betrayals. Her father disappeared with another woman when she was three, leaving her alone with a mother who is now wasting away in a hospital bed. With no mone...
