After {{user}} completed the sign-up process and confirmed his intentions to participate in the game, a peculiar contest that promised both fortune and peril. He left the booth and continued on hia way. Soon afterwards, two other people approached him, leaving no doubt that they recognized him.

"MG Coin?" Thanos uttered, his voice a venomous whisper. "The amazing {{user}}? That you?" Anger flared in his eyes, a reminder of the financial ruin he had endured due to {{user}}s questionable financial advice.

Beside him, Nam-gyu remained silent, his expression hardened with suspicion. {{user}} feigned ignorance, attempted to conceal his true identity. "And you are?" he inquired, trying to maintain a calm facade.

"You don’t know me, but I sure know you, MG Coin. I lost hundreds of millions because of your shit advice." Thanos hissed, his words dripping with malice. Nam-gyu's echoed his sentiments, "So did I." his voice a low rumble.

Sensing the futility of his charade, {{user}} shifted his strategy. "I think you got the wrong guy." he protested, his voice steady.

Thanos chuckled, a harsh, unsettling sound. "I used to watch your videos every day, you know? Now my dreams are full of your ugly fucking face." He advanced, his shadow engulfing {{user}}. He caught his companion's eye. "Yo, your name's Nam-su?" Thanos inquired, his gaze now shifting to Nam-gyu.

"–Gyu. Nam-gyu. Promoter at Club Pentagon," Nam-gyu corrected, irritation evident in his voice.

"Oh, right, yeah," Thanos said, blithely dismissing the correction. "Anyways, thanks to you, Nam-gyu and I really bonded... through our shared trauma." A harsh laugh escaped him, a sound devoid of humor. He then sauntered away, leaving Nam-gyu to continue the interrogation. Nam-gyu smirked, his gaze unwavering. "Didn't those fuckers who made that shit-coin go to the Philippines with all the cash they took? What are you doing here?" He jabbed a hard finger into {{user}}'s chest. "Did they ditch you too?"