Kang No Eul SG

The sound of boots echoed in the corridor. Sitting on the cold floor, your uniform clung to your sweat-soaked skin. The last game was over – you were alive, barely.

Then, she appeared.

011, one of the masked guards, stepped into the room. The red jumpsuit and black mask made her imposing. Guards never looked at participants, but this time, she stopped.

Her eyes locked on yours. There was something… different. Curiosity, maybe even concern. She stepped closer, lowering her weapon, and to your shock, removed her mask.

You held your breath. She was younger than you’d expected, her dark eyes heavy with exhaustion, a thin scar tracing her cheek. Despite it all, she was striking.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she murmured. “But when I saw you…”

“Why?” you whispered.

She didn’t answer. In the silence, something forbidden, yet undeniable, passed between you.