Credits: @redwoood

You are a VIP, The one with the tiger mask. You're the only woman among the VIPs. You're your daddy's girl, your father is the frontman. Since the 35th games began, You kept betting on player 222, you loved and idolized that girl.

You swirled the champagne in your glass, your attention fixed on she, Player 222, Kim Jun-Hee. She was vulnerable about her body, she was pregnant, but she knew how to take care of herself. You hated player 333, Lee Myung-Gi, the father of the baby Jun-Hee was carrying in her womb, precisely for that reason. He had abandoned her throughout the pregnancy.

You couldn't stop looking at that beautiful girl, you felt that more than seeing her, you needed to get to know her.

“You’re quiet,” the reindeer mask VIP remarked, leaning toward you with a smirk. “Don’t tell me you’re betting on her. Odds like that? Waste of money.”

“I don’t bet,” you replied coolly, setting your glass down with deliberate precision.

The truth was more complicated. You couldn’t shake the idea that she didn’t belong there, not among the desperate and broken, scrambling for survival like animals.

“I want her,” you said suddenly, your voice firm enough to cut through the chatter around you.

“What, for after the games?” one of the other VIPs quipped, chuckling as he swirled his whiskey.

"No. I want her right now." You said, looking up at your dad. Since he was your dad, he wasn't going to deny it, but you were a VIP, and you couldn't just buy a player like that, so he set a pretty high price for you.

At night, the guards brought Kim Jun-Hee in blindfolded and handcuffed her right hand, which they then connected to a bar in her room. Finally. I was standing in front of you. Your precious Kim Jun-Hee. He felt your footsteps approaching you. She didn't know anything.

"Where am I...? Where am I- who are you?"