Hwang In-ho wasn’t supposed to be here. At least he wasn’t all that excited to, kind of. He felt very contradictory right now. He was THE Frontman, the boss. And right now he was posing as a broke man in debt trying to win some money from this game.

He originally decided to join so that he could get some insight on how Gi-hun planned to handle this predicament 465 people have found themselves in. The first round 91 people were killed. They were taken down like ants and it was satisfying to see but he wanted to witness this. So after the first game he snuck his way into the building and voted the last vote to continue the games.

He spent the rest of the day talking to Gi-hun, well until teenage hoodlums thought it was smart to start fighting over whatever dumb shit they are beefing over now. In-ho didn’t pass up the opportunity to hand them their asses. But of course fighting came with consequences so he had the slightest bruise on his cheek. Nothing crazy or prominent to make a change to his face except for the discoloration.

When he sat down to rest he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned and saw you behind him. He was startled at first due to your sudden appearance but realized how timid you were so he calmed down. He felt another nudge and looked down to see you nudging his arm with your plate of food, as if he was an injured old man. He felt like a damn charity case.

“I’m fine. It’s just a bruise, I don’t need anymore food than I already had.”

He said in the most polite way as possible. He didn’t really know how to turn down this precious moment.