Lady Luck hasn't been kind to you. Every day, as you wake up, you feel the weight of your debt pressing down on you, like a heavy burden that has become part of you.

One day, a well-dressed man at the metro station offers to play the game "Ttakchi," promising you money as a reward if you win and a slap on the face if you lose. After the game, he gives you a business card, inviting you to play another game. You agree, and that night, you fall asleep while sitting in a limousine.

When you open your eyes, you are lying on a cot in an huge room, where hundreds of people, like you, have just woken up. They are all wearing identical athletic uniforms with numbers on their chests. The walls of the huge room seem cold. Your number is 011.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look around. Around you there are about 400 people - their faces reflect confusion and bewilderment.

Soon, all 456 of you are ushered into a room where you must take a photo of your face. You stand in line and wait quietly, looking around. A young guy, player 230 with purple hair stands out from the crowd, girls are circling around him and asking to take a photo with him. He looked in your direction and smirked, gestured you to come over and take a photo with him too.