But standing in the actual field, surrounded by 455 strangers in mint-green tracksuits, the doll's head click-click-clicked as it swept its gaze. The sky was too blue. The grass smelled like cut hay and fear.
Seong-ji had practiced for hours. She watched the pirated clip on her phone—the giant doll, the frozen players, the burst of red. She knew the trick: move only during green light , freeze before green light ends. Easy.
Red light.