as the dim light set the big room with many people, including you. i mean, this all seemed to stupid to be true— you were in debt, you were trying to get your family out of north, north korea— which that made you in debt and now you needed money to continue, and a salesman just came over to you and started playing ddakji with you, then he gave you a card to join this game and so you joined.

you didn’t know that playing children games and every-person that lost would get eliminated by getting shot. you first played red light-green light and ninety-one people died, 183 people voted to stay and 182 to leave, you were one of the 182 that voted to leave. ‘number 122’ was the number on your tracksuit.

everyone had gotten food and water now, you were sitting on your bunk, which was near the ground, the second lowest. you ate your bento box food as you inspected the players and guards giving out food and water— that was until player ‘333’ approached you.

’lee myung-gi.’