روايات وقصص ضمن Masked Man Squid Game

"A strike means you leave the game before it starts. And you might not actually leave alive." My blood went cold. I turned to face the person who'd spoken, a tall figure in a white mask. "I didn't know there was a game. I just came to see my friend and those guards forced me to put on this mask and—" "You're in the Cross Mackerel mansion," the white mask said, and I could hear the smirk in their voice. "This is one of the largest initiations ever, done annually. You walk in, you play. Those are the rules."

My legs felt heavy, like useless weights of lead and no matter how hard I screamed at my nerves to fire, there was only a terrifying, hollow silence from the waist down. The smell of leaking gasoline was thick enough to choke on. The rough, gloved hand of the man who had peeked into the car reached into the cabin. I couldn't see their faces because they wore matte black tactical masks that turned them into faceless insects. Marcus was slumped, his head at an angle that made my stomach turn. He wasn't breathing.

He was on stool, stupidly using pliers and co to connect and disconnect wires. He ignored her "Musa, pass the screwdrivers" Musa checked in the toolbox and found nothing "I think I left it, excuse me let me go get it" he handed Amara the lamp and left to get the screwdriver. Amara happily took the lamp from Musa, what an amazing sight to watch while holding the lamp. Just keep staring at the Greek God in front of her. His low jeans which was st slightly below his waist, the sweat that's on his body that made his body shiny, that masculine scent from him, Gosh, its driving her crazy.

Elara POV “What do we have here?” The man sneers as Mason and I stand motionless. “Seems you do want some fun, after all.” “Get down,” I mouth to Mason, and he slightly nods in understanding. With hybrid speed, I duck, kick backwards, and sweep the man’s legs out underneath me. He lands with a thud, but the gun never reaches the floor, because Mason grabs it midair. I turn around and kick him in the face. He grunts, and Mason is immediately on top of him, hands around his throat, choking him.

Subconsciously, I made one step backward. “Who are you?” squid man asked while threatening the researcher with his gun. “Who the f*ck are you?!” His finger went closer to the trigger, any soon, he’ll shoot us. This is insane! Just who is this person who neither seem like a foe or an ally? “Is he with you?!” squid asked to me. “NO!” I declined. “I CAME ALONE!” “Then who are this sh*t?!” “Bro, easy,” the researcher said.