Jisung huffs as the men with suits and guns in their belts push him forward roughly. "This is so unfair."

"Shut up," one of them barks. "The boss wants to see you."

"You can't kill me for 'making too much money'. It's not my fault I'm good at poker!"

"You're cheating," the other one says only mildly less gruffly.

"Am not! This is injustice. I demand-"

One of them pulls open a fancy wooden door and shoves him inside, where he barely keeps himself from falling over. The door is slammed shut behind him.