The Masked Officer Squid Game Novels & Stories

Another feeling has now taken my fear’s place, making me all giddy. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” “The Golden Point. The stupid masked party.” “Stupid masked… I am not allowed in there. My family don’t get any invitations. And so should yours!” I stare at him agape, feigning shock, “Were you at the party.?” He just stares at me expressionless as he states nonchalantly, “Yes, I was.” “No way.” I push out a fake laugh, slapping my thigh. I must be looking like an idiot. Great job, Gin.

One of the men, seated next to him, chuckled. "Shut up. I will win tonight" he counters while watching the door where a masked figure with a hat entered and took the vacant seat. Followed by a group of five men in black suits who lined themselves behind the man in a mask. "What is this? A masquerade gameplay? What's with the mask?" Justin mockingly scoffs while everyone chuckles. "How could we collect our win if we won't see your face? Are you sure you have money for this game?" Another one sneers while trying to figure out the mysterious man's face.

I took only a small portion of food since I had no appetite, especially sitting next to my monster boss. “Eat this,” he said, piling more food onto my plate. I ate without looking at what I was chewing, my eyes fixed on Brix. “W*tch!! The squid!!” Jen suddenly shouted. But it was too late—I started itching, couldn’t breathe, and then I passed out.

But no, it’s actually a formal event. The waiter offered me some drinks when he passed by, and I just took a glass of champagne to make me less suspicious. Now, I need to find Sakaguchi. According to one of my associates, Sakaguchi tends to switch persona, so it's impossible to identify who the real Sakaguchi is. Is this like Squid Game? I’ll be dead if I get myself caught in here. Apparently, Sakaguchi usually wears a Japanese traditional mask. Goddammit! I've counted at least 9 people wearing the Japanese traditional mask in this place. I just need to know which traditional mask Sakaguchi is wearing tonight.

He breathed heavily, but she did not stop. "A masquerade ball!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes squinted. She moved her foot away as he gasped for air. Her heel was crushing his skull and he couldn't bear the pain anymore. "Give me the details," she commanded. Tears mixed with sweat rolled down his cheeks as he slowly gulped. "A masquerade ball will be held t-tomorrow. H-he-- The M-mafia boss will be t-there," he explained as she slowly lifted her head to look at someone from afar.

Mama glares at me from the other side of the room where she's seated with her perfect daughter,Mona. She shakes her head disapprovingly and I take another sip without breaking eye contact. Mona widens her eyes at me,a sign telling me to cut off trying to piss Mama off. The clinking of a glass has everyone's attention going to the small set up stage. "Good evening," Papa says smoothly. "Thank you all for attending this event,as you know,I have a very special announcement to make." I take another sip and clear my throat. I look to the left and meet Silas's eyes,who smiles at me from his seat at the Ambassador's table. I don't return the gesture,earning a confused expression from him.

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“What’s there to talk about with a bunch of scumbags who are worse than animals? They can’t get an erection now! Of course they’ll think of harming others!” The soundproof card was used for the entire scene, isolating the scene and the sound of the outside world. At this moment, Jack stood under the tree coldly, listening to their conversation. His gaze was gloomy as he sent the next game. The monitor flashed an announcement. The seventh game was completed, and the eighth countdown began. At the New York Police Department, in the office of the Zero Major Crimes Unit… Everyone’s gaze fell on Ross, wanting to see what decision he would make. They could choose the most difficult game, but Ross