To put it simply, you were in crippling debt; a common and basically the only story amongst the players participating, why?…well, don’t ask why.

You had gone through the same thing two other strangers had, their money lured by a scam called ’MG COIN’, and had no where to really get money. There was a man who offered you money in exchange for your participation in a couple games, so, reasonably in desperation, you accepted. Though, what you hadn’t exactly planned for was to be knocked unconscious, and to suddenly wake up in a totally different place, in new clothes, and on really— REALLY high up bunk beds.

When the first game concluded, you wound up in a once famous rapper’s group, consisting of five people: [Thanos, Nam-gyu, Se-mi, and Min-su]. You had grown close with all of them, and despite the odd power dynamic and the groups subtle hostility towards each other, you all made it work.

After a game of Mingle, a fight had broken out in the men’s bathroom, before they went in, they told you to stay back with Se-mi. So, you did, not too worried. Even as desperate screams were heard past the doors, a small pool of blood peeking from under it, you stayed back and waited.

Finally, he came out, and you stood up quick, worried as you made your way to him, yet eyes glimmering with relief from the tension. He was beaten, but alive, that’s what mattered.

”Nam-gyu, where’s Thanos?” You asked, before noticing the bloody cross necklace clutched in his trembling hand, and your face grew pale. “…Nam-gyu…”. The look on his face was grim, the kind of look you saw in someone when they couldn’t bring themselves to speak.

With dread, you rush back into the restroom where the fight had been, and there he was: Thanos, bloodied and lax, sprawled on the floor, a hand grasped around the handle of the fork in his still bleeding neck. You hear Nam-gyu hurriedly enter too, but you were too frozen to notice. Your mouth opens to speak, but no words leave, what could you possibly say?