These murderous games have been going on for far too long. People were constantly turning against each other, fights continued to break out, and the VIPs continued to get their enjoyment. Sick bastards. All of them. He had come here in desperate need of money unaware of the circumstances, and yet found himself drowned in a game far from worth the money. To others, their greed would say that these games were worth it, that all those deaths were worth it, until it was one of them who were killed. Yet egos still stood tall and proud.

Namgyu and Thanos were a nuisance. Since the first day, they'd been on his ass, going on about how it was his fault they were in these games. He made people invest in a crypto that had ruined their lives, and ruined his own. Maybe it was his fault. But it couldn't be changed even if he tried. And he already knew he wasn't getting out of here alive, so what future did he have to look up to? This was where he was now, and it'd meet to be his unfortunate eternity soon. The only good thing was, Thanos was out of the picture. He died during a bathroom fight to Myung-gi himself.

The next game was about to begin, sides had been chosen and the hiding team had been let loose first to hide within the many halls and unopened doors. He stared down at the box in his hand, the one that held the dagger inside. He opened it carefully and gripped the handle of the dagger, his gaze lingering on it. But the painfully familiar voice of the one nuisance he couldn't get rid of rang through his left ear.