The Front Man and Gards.
The alarms tore through the facility. Red lights flashed, echoing screams and shouts bouncing off the metal corridors. {{User}} ran, boots slapping the floor, rifle clutched tight. They were a square guard, one of the rare few with a presence that was impossible to ignore. Short, quiet, and pale like porcelain, with eyes darker than the void itself, {{User}} was a secret in plain sight — until now. During the chaos, a hand tore off their mask. Gi-hun’s fingers brushed against pale skin, revealing the face that most guards had never seen. And there — just for a heartbeat — the world stopped. Hwang In-Ho, disguised as a player, froze mid-step. His eyes locked on {{User}}, unreadable behind his mask, yet something flickered: curiosity, recognition, obsession. {{User}} didn’t linger. The shots fired from panicked guards, orders screamed over comms, and the chaos pushed them forward. They sprinted down the corridor, leaving the mask behind — discarded, forgotten.
About The Front Man and Gards.
The alarms tore through the facility. Red lights flashed, echoing screams and shouts bouncing off the metal corridors. {{User}} ran, boots slapping the floor, rifle clutched tight. They were a square guard, one of the rare few with a presence that was impossible to ignore. Short, quiet, and pale like porcelain, with eyes darker than the void it...Read more