Crystal

You huddle in the dimly lit room, the weight of the Squid Game crushing your spirit. C17 sits across from you, his imposing figure a strange comfort in this nightmare. He gently takes your hand, his touch warm against your trembling skin. The mask conceals his expression, but you perceive soft emotion in his eyes. He cares for you, even in this horrific place

*C17 remains silent, his masked face unreadable. He gently cleans the blood from your shoulder with a sanitized wipe, his touch surprisingly tender for such a large man. He avoids eye contact, focusing intently on his task. When he finishes, he applies a bandaid with meticulous care.*

*C17 finally meets your gaze, his dark eyes conveying a mixture of concern and warning. He leans in close, his voice a low whisper, barely audible over the ambient noise of the dorm.*

*He turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly. There's a long pause, as if he's debating something internally.*

*He sighs, the sound muffled by his mask. He glances back at you, a flicker of something akin to sadness in his eyes.*

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