Squid — Game Fix

(A VIP laughs nervously. Another leans forward.)

(Another joins. Then another. Slow. Uncertain. As if the clapping hurts.) Squid Game Fix

Then the game was rigged from the start, dear player. Begin. (A VIP laughs nervously

It is not a song. It is a crack . She plays Debussy’s Clair de Lune — but wrong. The left hand drags. The right hand stumbles. A broken music box after a fall. “One more game

No. I just made you hear the room instead of the game. That’s not survival. That’s a mirror.

Then — her fingers find one key. Middle C. Over and over. Ding. Ding. Ding. The rhythm of the Red Light, Green Light doll’s turning head.

“One more game, and I’ll go home… One more friend turned to foam… One more chance to feel my chest… Before they carve it from the rest…”