Jamal and Player 456 moved stealthily between exhibits, their eyes fixed on the centerpiece—a petrified head with serpentine hair. "This is it," Jamal whispered, his voice barely audible over the low hum of the alarms.

Player 456 clutched the Medusa head, his heart pounding in his chest. "Let's get out of here before they notice," he urged, glancing over his shoulder. The duo sprinted into the night, their footsteps echoing in the empty alley.

Behind them, the Frontman of Squid Game emerged, his presence as menacing as the game itself. "You can't escape with that," he called, his voice a chilling reminder of the consequences.

Jamal and Player 456 skidded to a halt, breathless and bewildered by the sight of the earth's edge. "I can't believe it's... flat," Jamal uttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and awe.

The Frontman approached, his eyes locked on the relic clutched tightly in Player 456's hands. "Hand it over," he demanded, stepping closer as if the abyss held no threat to him.

Player 456 glanced at Jamal, their shared determination unspoken yet powerful. "We can't let him win," Player 456 asserted, a steely resolve in his voice.

Jamal stepped forward, his mind racing with the possibilities of what they held. "This is bigger than us," he realized, his voice carrying a newfound purpose.

Player 456 nodded, understanding that some treasures are meant to be protected, not possessed. Together, they turned to face the dawn, leaving the Medusa head—and its secrets—behind.