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Prologue: The Price of Desperation

Pairing: Kang Dae Ho x Fem!OC Kang Eun-ji

Warnings: Squid game level violence, reunion,Slow Burn,Angst,Graphic Violence,Death,Blood and Injury,Psychological Trauma,Guilt,Emotional Manipulation,Survival Horror,Mild Language.

It started with an invitation. A simple, pristine card with embossed numbers and an eerie promise.

Kang Eun-ji.

We invite you to participate in a game where you can win a life-changing amount of money.

She almost threw it away. She should have. But the weight of the hospital bills piling up on her tiny apartment floor told her otherwise.

Her younger sister, Ha-rin, lay in a hospital bed, her frail body hooked up to machines that hummed softly in the background. The doctors spoke in riddles of financial burden—experimental treatment, insurance won’t cover it, you need to prepare for the worst.

The words tasted like failure in Eun-ji’s mouth.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, trapped in this never-ending cycle of debt and regret. She had worked so hard to escape the shadows of her past. The long shifts, the sleepless nights, the hands covered in the blood of strangers she tried to save. But none of it was enough.

And then, like a cruel joke, the card appeared.

A chance.

A risk.

A death sentence.

But what choice did she have?

So she called the number.

And that was how she woke up in a dark room, suffocated by the scent of old sweat and fear, dressed in a green tracksuit with the number 287 printed on her chest.

When the masked guards ordered them into formation, she looked around at the sea of desperate faces. Scared. Angry. Lost.

And then she saw him.

Kang Dae-ho.

Older now. Harsher. His jawline sharper, his eyes darker, but undeniably him.

The boy who once promised to protect her. The boy who left without a word.

Her heart clenched, not sure whether to feel relief or rage.

Because in this place, in this twisted game, nothing was certain—except the fact that love had no place in survival.

And yet, when Dae-ho’s gaze locked onto hers, filled with unspoken words and something dangerously close to recognition—

She knew they were both doomed.

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Headers credit: @sisterlucifergraphics

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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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