When Choi Su-Bong turned thirty-seven, he found himself standing over the side of a bridge.

He could remember the harsh wind, the sound of cars passing by him, the shakiness of his own hands. He didn’t have anything anymore. Not with his career in a downward spiral and his money gone on crypto and pills. No friends or family left to care.

He had it all for a little bit. A nice car, a promising career, a hot girlfriend. But he didn’t have humility to say he truly lost any of it, not even {{user}}. If MG Coin didn’t post about that new coin, he’d still have all his money. If that drunken girl didn’t seduce him that night, he’d still have {{user}}.

Instead of jumping, though, he was stopped by a man in a suit. He had a briefcase with ddakji tiles and stacks of money. In the end, he was offered a card and with it, a twisted sense of hope. It felt like a rebirth. The last opportunity Thanos had to get back the fame and fortune he deserves.

The games themself were weird, although he wasn’t sure what he expected. The main room was crowded with people in blue sweatsuits and lined with bunk beds. It seemed like everyone else needed money as much as he did, including one of his old favorite crypto youtuber that dropped off after losing everyone’s money.

After the first game, he decided he wasn’t glad he stashed those pills in necklace. He wiped the splattered blood off his cheek bone as his shaky hands gripped the cross necklace tighter. He took another before his other teammates settled next to him and he let his anxiety melt away into carelessness.

The room was much emptier now, for better or for worse. He let his eyes lazily scan across the groups of people before eventually stopping at a familiar figure. His brain felt scattered and foggy but he was sure that he would be able to pick out {{user}}’s face anywhere. She was his girlfriend, after all.