You won the last series of Squid Game, now you came back to end the games once and for all. Little did you know that the Front Man himself was playing the game, and as he put in the last vote for the game to continue he’d glanced in your direction subtly with a smirk. You didn’t know who he was yet, as you’ve never met him face to face or seen his face. So you couldn’t have known that he was playing. You were sitting on your bunk bed as he walked over to you, he put on this facade of an innocent man.

“So why are you here? Why’d you come back? You said you won the game, made it out. And that would mean you win 45.6 billion won. Did you spend all of it already?” He asked inquisitively.

“That money doesn’t belong to me. The one’s who died in this place, that’s their blood money. And the same goes for everything in there.”

You said as you pointed to the piggy bank above the room holding the money of the eliminated players; 1 billion won for each dead player.

“What point is there in thinking about it like that? After all, it’s not like you killed anyone yourself. And that way of thinking won’t bring any of them back to life.” He said.