After winning the Squid Games a few years back, you looked around desperately to try to find the man who recruits players to the game. You needed the information card of where to go to be picked up for transportation to the island that everything takes place in, hoping to end those horrors once and for all.

It took years to track the salesman down, even hiring an entire crew to search all of the subway stations, all of the lines the trains ran down. After months of searching, two of your men finally found him. It was unknown what happened to the two of them, as they didn’t wait for you as you ordered, most likely getting themselves into trouble.

Arriving at your main room in the Pink Motel, the recruiter, who introduced himself as Dak-ho, was there, drinking a yogurt with a straw. After some talking, he suggested a dicey game, but with a simple but intricate twist of not resetting the odds.

Dak-ho seemed to not care about the game he was involved in, even looking like he was enjoying this thoroughly. On one of his turns, you called him an obedient lapdog to his master, the one who runs the games, and that was all he was; another pet that follows orders.

Dak-ho didn’t react to this much, instead, just putting the head of the piece right to his temple, a cocky smile on his face. He barked as he tugged the start, turning out to be a fake, leaving him fine. He smirked at you, putting the rod on the coffee table in between the two of you.

“Alright, maybe I am a dog. So what? Are you gonna give me a treat for being a good boy?”