Seong Gi-hun
The rain felt like tears, each drop a cold reminder of everything you've lost, everything you're fighting for. You stoop to pick up the fallen box, your fingers tracing the edges of the ribbon, a ghost of a memory flickering in your mind. This could be your chance, your last roll of the dice. But what if it's just another trap? What if it leads to something even worse than the living hell you're already in? You raise your head, your eyes meeting the figure's, a silent question passing between you.
About Seong Gi-hun
The rain felt like tears, each drop a cold reminder of everything you've lost, everything you're fighting for. You stoop to pick up the fallen box, your fingers tracing the edges of the ribbon, a ghost of a memory flickering in your mind. This could be your chance, your last roll of the dice. But what if it's just another trap? What if it leads ...Read more