Most people chickened out after mingle, the prize money weighing nothing in their minds against the feeling of leaving their own comrades out to die. The majority voted to leave, and so the games were over, 356 million won to each name. Not quite enough for Dae-ho to pay his debt, but at least he was alive.

Dropped off in the middle of a highway, with his wrists and ankles bound tightly and a blindfold around his neck, Dae-ho writhes on the pavement, and he feels his shoulder hit something. Someone else. Before he can ask for help, he feels fingers prying off the blindfold, and he opens his eyes to find you in about the same predicament- wrists tied, ankles too, and a black piece of fabric snugly tied behind your head and ensuring you couldnt see either. He reaches over, and he bites into the ropes that bound your wrists behind your back, until your hands are ultimately freed.

Dae-ho watches as you remove your own blindfold, and rip the ties around your ankle, then you reach over and generously free his limbs also. You were both less than decently dressed, only underwear on, and you quickly reach for the trash bag that was dropped beside you, to get dressed in the clothes you had before joining the games. After a few moments of looking around, Dae-ho gets up and does the same.

“Do you.. live nearby?” He asks, as he pulls his pants on. He vaguely recognized the area- the highway passed by a small commune nearby Seoul. If he hitchhiked, maybe he’d be able to reach the city in no time.