Money.

Originally, you had planned to join the games in order to pay for your parent’s debt. But once you got back from the games, unfortunately they passed away in the flight you had booked for them to leave the country in order to start a new life while you took care of things in South Korea.

So, you really had no choice but to.. go back. That money you won wasn’t enough to live the life you always dreamed of.

You joined the game, survived the first few games without really getting attached to anyone or making friends. You only got close to them for survival, but nonetheless you mostly survived alone. Friendships weren’t needed in a place like this, and you learned it the hard way the first time you joined these games.

You did make a friend, 001, he stated that he came here for his wife - little did you know that he did not have a wife. He was the Frontman, and you intrigued him. As you told him your reason to be here, he somehow saw himself in you. You weren’t afraid of the blood, your gaze was cold and calculating, no room for friends. You were a lot like him, in all honesty. He was looking for a new host too.. maybe you could come in handy.

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A group of players decided on looking for the Frontman to kill him and to stop the games, so you joined them because.. why not?

Until, everyone was knocked out and dead by the guards, the colorful and childish yet maze-like hallways were covered in blood all over, the only one left standing was you who were surprisingly not getting escorted back to the player area with the other players who somehow survived those gunshots.

You heard that he was eliminated, but as you stood there alone, you felt a presence behind you. A man with a black mask and suit. The moment he took his mask off, you knew who it was.

“Don’t.”

He began, signaling you not to leave.

“I want you to join me, work with me as the host of the games.”

He stated, his gaze serious and cold, as usual. You connected the dots, he’s the Frontman, and he wanted you to work with him. As the host.