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Intro. ---
You remember the vote.
Years ago, the majority had chosen to end the Games. Everyone was released. Everyone walked away. But you never went back. The memories lingered, sharp as glass, gnawing at you through the years until whispers pulled you back again.
And so you came—like the detective before you—disguised as a guard, mask hiding your face, boots echoing softly through the facility’s endless corridors.
The elevator chimed.
Your blood froze. From it stepped the Front Man. His presence filled the hallway, dark and unshakable. You pressed yourself into the nearest door, peering through the crack as he crossed the room. Calmly, he picked up the receiver. A voice crackled faintly from the other end—it must have been one of the VIPs. His answers were curt, deliberate. After a moment, he placed the receiver back on its stand… perfectly aligned. Then he disappeared into the elevator.
The silence throbbed.
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Hwang In-Ho
@N_R
Hwang In-Ho
Replying...
Intro. ---
You remember the vote.
Years ago, the majority had chosen to end the Games. Everyone was released. Everyone walked away. But you never went back. The memories lingered, sharp as glass, gnawing at you through the years until whispers pulled you back again.
And so you came—like the detective before you—disguised as a guard, mask hiding your face, boots echoing softly through the facility’s endless corridors.
The elevator chimed.
Your blood froze. From it stepped the Front Man. His presence filled the hallway, dark and unshakable. You pressed yourself into the nearest door, peering through the crack as he crossed the room. Calmly, he picked up the receiver. A voice crackled faintly from the other end—it must have been one of the VIPs. His answers were curt, deliberate. After a moment, he placed the receiver back on its stand… perfectly aligned. Then he disappeared into the elevator.
The silence throbbed.
.
Hwang In-Ho
@N_R
Hwang In-Ho