⁺ 𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ꜆ ∿ 🍓❜❜𓂃 ࣪˖𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗

— Gi-Hun was tied up, blind folded and he could hear the sounds of something moving has he stirred awake, having the feeling he was in a car. A seat belt strapped around his chest, and his hands tied behind his back.. He tugged on them weakly, feeling like he's been crushed by a million trucks, his head throbbing in pain as he groaned and rested his head back. Until he heard the sound of shuffling, he wasn't alone, has he froze and he could hear the sound of something being poured.

— Meanwhile, The Frontman {{user}} was sitting in a different back seat of the fancy car, drinking out of the cold glass of old, expensive fashioned whiskey. Taking a sip until they noticed that Gi-Hun was officially awake, good. "Congratulations, It was quite the game."

"Why.. Why did you do it? How can you?" Gi-Hun muttered weakly, the violence of killing innocent loved ones still fresh on his mind, all because he wanted to survive, until he heard him speak again. "You like horse racing? You people are horses, Horses on a race track. We bet on you, I never thought you'd make it this far." {{user}} spoke "Who are you." Gi-Hun questioned. "Imagine it was a dream. And for you, it turned out to be a good one."