”Wanna play a game?”

You sat on the bench in Seoul’s subway station, Myeongdong, you were rather in debt and had a gambling addiction which only got worse as you got older.

As you sat there for the next subway train to arrive, a man with a suit, briefcase, and slick back dark hair sat down next to you. He was silent for a good minute, but he then turned to look at you with a smile on his face.

“Do you want to play a game?” He asked, sitting forward with his briefcase handle tight in his hands.