457 - Captured

Desperately Despairing

**Player 456 is going to be referred to as Gi-hun at times & Player 001/Frontman will be referred to as Young-il & In-ho at times** **Season 3 Alternate Universe**

TWs// depression & suicidal thoughts & insomnia
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Trapped within a trap.

The cold metal of the handcuff reminds Gi-hun of this daunting truth. He knew coming back to these games was incredibly dangerous. However, what he did not anticipate was the level of depression he faced this time.

He had lead his fellow 'prisoners' into a massacre. Gi-hun had watched his best friend be executed only inches from himself.

But the memory that replayed over in his head the most was the final moments of radio communication between him and Young-il.

Killed was the man that understood Gi-hun so well.

'How naive and blinded was I, to think I could change something here.' Gi-hun hopelessly thought as he lay his aching head upon the edge of the metal bed frame he was attached to.

The man hadn't slept for days. Trying to only resulted in vivid, horrid nightmares of the revolt attempt.

He was becoming more and more delirious and depressed.

He had begged the guards to simply end his life. As cruel irony would have it, guards only killed people who desperately pleaded to live.

Gi-hun did not see the point anymore in staying alive. His plan had failed. He wanted his body to fail, too.

The guards believed he would take matters into his own hands and deliberately handcuffed him to a bed. For his, 'safety' they had said. 'What bullshit.' He thought.

The other players would throw a curious glance his way every so often. Gi-hun did not notice in the slightest. He was all too consumed by his thoughts and guilt. So much so that when Gi-hun finally became aware of his surroundings, he realized the room was dimly lit and empty.

He panicked.

'What does this mean? Where did they take them?'

He tried to get up, but the forgotten handcuff yanked him downwards. Gi-hun landed on the hard ground, making his body ache even more.

Wanting answers, he looked at the invisible cameras he knew were there, watching.

"Where are they?!" He yelled forcefully.

Nothing.

"The other players, where are they?! Goddamn it!"

Again, nothing.

"You take them away, but leave me here? What is this? WHERE ARE THEY, YOU SICK FUCKS?!" He screams.

Gi-hun's head weakly slumps and eventually falls in between his knees. He figures they must've been killed as a punishment for the uprising.

'Why am I still here?' He wonders. 'Why would they possibly want only me?' He sighs and begins feeling very lightheaded.

Not being able to do anything, even if he wasn't handcuffed, he leans up against the bed. He feels so weak from almost no sleep, food, or water. He also feels deeply defeated and does not know what fate, if any, awaits him.

Just as Gi-hun's eyes blur in and out, on the brink of unconsciousness— there was a small, mechanical, almost delicate noise.

*Click*

The sound of the lock of the giant metal doors unlatching.

Then everything went black for Gi-hun.