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THE TROLLEY PROBLEM.
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cast + character blurbs.

go minsi as im ha-eun
PLAYER 010

Ha-eun had been dug into a hole before she was even born—hell, she was practically born in a ditch and left to suffer. Suffer, but not die, because death would've been too quick of a solution for her; she wouldn't have been able to bore the burden that her family bestowed upon her before they'd even met her. Ha-eun was destined to spend her entire natural born life desperately trying to claw and crawl her way out of a pit that her parents had lived and died in.

      Her mother was a beautiful, intelligent woman before she had either of her children. She was known to have a delicate singing voice and the touch of an angel, having worked as a children's music teacher before giving birth to her eldest born child. Her father was an architect with big dreams, dreams that sounded wondrous and full of awe when Ha-eun heard them described to her as a toddler, but she grew to realize that those dreams were what put her in the position she ended up in. Her father was so blinded by his dreams that he found no lengths too far to travel to get there, even when it meant borrowing money he could never repay, from people who would never let him forget it.

     How her father got tangled up with men of those sorts, she'd never know, since he died with the answer on his tongue when a group of them showed up to their small apartment and shot him dead. His debts had grown too far for their boss to allow it to go on any longer, insisting that he'd given Ha-eun's father more than enough time to pay back his debt, and instead, he let it sit and rot until it was practically unforgivable. Not only did they kill Ha-eun's father in front of her, but also her pregnant mother, leaving her covered in blood and uncertain if she was the only member of the family that was ignorant to the debts or not.

       However, debts don't go unpaid just because the original thief was dead. Ha-eun became the new bearer of the debt, ensuring that she would come up with the money in order to keep herself alive, and she was left with a week's time to come up with 10 billion won without a single hope in the world. The most she could do was hope being hit by a train was less painful than being murdered like her parents.

jung jin young as im chan-woo
PLAYER 199

      Chan-woo had many regrets in life: he regretted not telling the girl in his elementary class that he liked her dress on picture day, he regretted never pursuing soccer past secondary school, and he regretted swearing off all red meat. His biggest regret of all, though, was something he couldn't allow himself to fully regret.

      He regretted, not leaving his family, but leaving his little sister, Hae-un, to the wolves. The pack hadn't formed when he left her, but he had known it was only a matter of time, yet he still left them all without so much as a letter goodbye. As his parents' eldest child, he was far more privy to the things his father was doing, including the sort of debts he was getting himself in to, but no matter how much begging and yelling he did, his father never showed a sign of realization for what he was doing. He knew he would get himself killed, that his family could be in danger, but he couldn't stop.

        Chan-woo couldn't watch his father delve further into this substance-less addiction, and as much as it pained him to leave his mother and sister, he knew if he wanted any chance of surviving and making his life his own, he had to leave. And he did. Chan-woo went to university, then later became a nurse, able to help those that were in need, but he couldn't never use that to fill the hole of failing to save his family. Was it failing if you never really tried, anyway?

       He didn't keep in touch with his family, he felt it was better that way, but he did keep tabs on his little sister. Not often, every six months or so just to see what she was up to, until one day, he called his old neighbor to ask about his sister, only to be told about their parents' brutal murder. Panicked, Chan-woo tried to track his sister down, but all he could do was find her standing at a subway station, watching her play Ddakji with a stranger in a suit. She was gone before he could interrupt, but he demanded the man give him the same card as her so he could follow her, intent on trying to save her, maybe a little too late.

bona as lee sun-jung
GUARD 013

Maybe Sun-jung's life didn't have to turn out so badly. Maybe, in another universe, she was living the high life: a nice, top level apartment in Seoul, a cushy office job where she didn't have to do much but send emails and refill her cup of coffee, and a phone full text messages from potential suitors. Mostly unanswered text messages, Sun-jung always liked entertaining a chase, she didn't care much about the idea of actually settling down into a relationship, but that was besides the point.

The point was, this wasn't another universe. Sun-jung lived with her old school friend and his wife on their couch, she cleaned hospitals beds emptied by those that died in them hours prior for a job, and her phone barely worked on a good day. Oh, and, she didn't even like coffee.

After an argument between her and her friend, Sun-jung decided, in a heated moment, that she was at the end of the line. If she didn't do something different, something drastic, and flip her life completely around, she was going to die as nothing more than a position to fill at the hospital and a hole to dig in the dirt at the graveyard. She couldn't allow her life to mean nothing, but the only way she could see her being able to change anything was if she came into a decent amount of money, and fast. And Sun-jung had horrible luck, so winning the lottery was out of the question.

What should've been out of the question was accepting a peculiar job offer that required her to live on an island for a handful of days. It was secretive, vague, she had been told almost nothing about what the job actually was, but when she was told the amount of money they'd pay her to do it, Sun-jung gave up entertaining the allusion of choice.

For those few days, Sun-jung would forget her name and refer to herself as Guard 013, and would push any morality she had aside in order to complete a job and get paid. She kept telling herself she could do it, she could kill those strangers, if it meant her life would be fixed when she left.

+ additional castings
squid game cast as their respective roles

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warnings.
language, gore, violence, mention of drug addicts/usage, vague mention of suicidal thoughts mention of pregnancy. anything you would give someone a warning for squid game.

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note.

are we really surprised I made another fic that I prob will lose interest in within a month? we shouldn't be

I graduated college in December and will be moving into my own apartment in March though and have told myself I have to have stability and routine now if I want my life to have meaning so who knows, maybe I'll be able to hold myself accountable here too

anywho thanks to anyone reading, lemme know what your thoughts are so far I literally came up with these backstories with nothing more than a pack of m&ms and a dream <3