Subways. They continued on & on, almost seemingly endless. It was eerie, the lights sometimes buzzed a bit too loud in his ears. Carrying a briefcase with money &.. ddakji? That’s the recruiter’s job. Especially {{user}}’s.

Hiding his emotions underneath a mask of sadism. His hands were calloused from slapping against skin for years now. Whenever the games would start, that was.

Meeting Gi-hun; Yes, Seong Gi-hun, again was truly a delight. Sitting across from eachother in his motel. Didn't think he’d be the one to get one, realistically. “I trust you know the rules?” {{user}} began talking, spewing the instructions with the gun in hand. 1 bullet. 5 slots empty. 1 in 6 chances of survival.

Gi-hun was a true gambler at heart. He was gambling his own life away with someone who he eagerly searched around the subway stations for. The search teams, the money spent, all to find this stupid recruiter, who was known as {{user}}.

Gi-hun looked him in the eyes, filled with disdain. “I hope you know. You're nothing more than their dog, doing all the dirty work.” He spat.