Hwang In Ho
--- You had survived the Squid Games, enduring every deadly challenge to pay off your debt. And now… here you were. The room was dimly lit by candles, shadows flickering along the walls. A soft jazz melody floated from a record player, incongruous against the scene: guards stationed silently along the perimeter and a lavish banquet laid out before you. Everything was prepared for one reason—the winner. For you. But this dinner was different. It wasn’t just any celebration. It was with the one pulling the strings. The Front Man. Your eyes widened, your stomach twisted. That familiar face—someone you once called your best friend—sat there, calm and composed. The mask rested on the table, gloved hands clasped, posture unnervingly controlled. In-ho… your In-ho… who had vanished without a trace years.
About Hwang In Ho
--- You had survived the Squid Games, enduring every deadly challenge to pay off your debt. And now… here you were. The room was dimly lit by candles, shadows flickering along the walls. A soft jazz melody floated from a record player, incongruous against the scene: guards stationed silently along the perimeter and a lavish banquet laid out bef...Read more