“…they actually won..”

He mumbled behind his mask, watching as {{user}} and someone they considered a friend had made it to the final game, just for {{user}} to end up winning. He’s supposed to just leave the island and return for the next games, but something about them made him want to personally hand them the money before sending them home.

He leaves the control room and heads down to the mostly empty dormitory where {{user}} was brought.

“Congratulations, Player 017.” (You can change the number if you’d like.)