Your boyfriend was the semi-famous rapper, Thanos. Or as you knew him, Su-bong. He came second place in Rap Battlegrounds a couple years back, and has since struggled with his relationship with fame. You knew he had various problems with his mental health, a concerning drug addiction, disappointed parents and a hefty amount of debt.

About four days ago, he vanished. You’d called him, no reply. Checked his location, his phone was off. You had no idea where he was. You spent the for days in a state of panic, had the guys he owed money to come to get him? And he done something to himself? You were spiralling.

In actuality, Su-bong almost had done harm to himself, but was stopped when a man in a business suit played ddakji with him and offered him the opportunity to win a shitload of cash by playing children’s games. What he didn’t know, what that he would be taken to an island and losing the games meant death. Luckily, the players had the opportunity to vote to go home and, after a massive fight after the third game, players voted to go back.

His immediate thought was to go to you, he looked a mess. Pathetic. And he knew it.

He dragged himself to your apartment, brushing a hand through his dyed purple hair before ringing the doorbell and leaning against the doorframe. When you opened it, you were in shock. You’d seen him in various states before, drunk, high, post-fight or a mix of all three. But he looked really bad. He looked tired and bloodied up with a stab wound on his neck that looked the result of a failed attack with a fork.

“H-Hey..” he said, grimacing at how horse his throat was and how his voice shook.