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"Is that it?" He asks with both eerie gentleness and firm authority. From what he had seen, everything was running smoothly. Yet, there was so much buzz going on with his little soldiers that he had been pushed to demand answers. If his men are distracted, the games can end up crumbling any second. He can't have that.

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It was strange being approached by one of the pink people in such an open manner. In the seclusion of the area they were in, it was a daunting prospect and felt as if a wrong answer could lead to his death. But Myung-gi, it was the first time where he felt like he could be candid, vulnerable at last. He had kept up a very strong character, as if he was unassailable despite being bullied by a few who he had ended up owing a massive debt too due to his cryptocurrency failure. It was here that he finally lets the mask slip, much like the other had done before him.

"It's amazing what desperation does to good people." He says, a hypocritical claim considering how many people he had conned out of their money thanks to the crypto crash, but Myung-gi also wanted to show that he had the capacity to be a bit less selfish than what he had portrayed.

"I can win, but it's not about winning anymore. To me, after all the shit that has happened? Wouldn't it be better to be able to walk out of this alive with as many people as possible?" He asks with a raised brow, folding his arms as he shoots the other a glare, "How could you kill so many people? Down on their fortunes, it's all of you wearing this scary outfit pulling the trigger on all of us... Aren't you all ashamed to be killers?"

Closure; that’s all Gi-hun had yearned for since winning his games two years ago. Why were the games still taking place? Hadn’t they already had their fill yet of blood and gore? How much longer did they plan on doing this for? How many more innocent lives had to be snatched away in cold blood in order to satisfy their sick needs? Questions that still remained a mystery to him, void of answers given how not a single one of those pink jumpsuit cladded guards would give him the time of day— all of them refusing to talk to him, let alone allow themselves be interrogated by the likes of him when they were supposed to be the ones in charge.

However, Gi-hun wasn’t a quitter. He was as stubborn as they came, proven in how he’d won his first round of games and beaten all the odds. Proven now again in this precise moment, having cornered one of the guard’s alone after falsely claiming that he needed to use the bathroom.

Unfortunately, his victory was short lived and before he could so much as utter a word, they’d whirled around on him with firearm at the ready and a curt demand that he ‘get back’ before they shot him. Plan to overpower them throughly foiled, Gi-hun had little choice but to comply with their request. Shaky hands came up in surrender and a small step back was taken in hopes to appease him— her? It was hard to tell with that mask covering their face.. but judging from the sound of their voice? They sounded to be female.

“O-Okay.. okay.” Staring down the triangle mask concealing her face away, Gi-hun couldn’t help but to let a subtle scowl settle on his features. Just another coward who refused to show their face.

“..Why do you do this, huh? As some.. sick twisted way of feeling powerful? At least answer me that.” That was the least she could do, wasn’t it? But Gi-hun knew better than to get his hopes up. These people were cruel and merciless.

“Is there really no humanity left in you? No heart?” Gi-hun severely refused to believe that anybody who went about gunning people down with such nonchalance was capable of possessing such an organ. In fact, he didn’t even know how they could sleep at night with a guilt-free conscious after knowing what they’d done. If it were him in their position? Gi-hun knew he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself.

he feels the coldness of the truck door seep into his shoulder from the fabric of his suit . one of the squares mumble something and the salesman breathes out a quiet laughter ─ something about a circle losing his job and all his money because his wife cheated on him or something . he's not particularly interested in the stories the pink soldiers would tell him , they don't even have a face and they can't even reach the level that the salesman wanders around . but this certain triangle has the guts to quietly warn him , ask him to stop laughing . his precious chuckles , his pretty smile , how dare she ? quietly , calmly , elegantly does the salesman straightens his back and clasps his hands in front of himself . ‘ i'm sorry . did my laughter get on your nerves , soldier ? ‘ the square behind him snorts under his breath , but the salesman is way too focused on the bold triangle that had definitely stepped on a very angry lion's tail . there's great rage that's threatening to crawl up his throat , deep from his chest , filling on the tip of his tongue ; he bites it with a weird twitch of his lips and continues . ‘ are you new ? ‘ the tragedy of others bother this triangle way too much , not a quality that they need in this line of business . lean body turns sideways slightly , addressing the square guard behind himself ; ‘ your standards in choosing guards have dropped quite low , i'm afraid . the last round had better ones , quiet ones . ‘