You’d been taken to a mysterious place where many people had gone as a last resort to escape their large debts.

Armed guards with black masks in pink jumpsuits silently escort you to a room where your only goal is to cut out a shape from a Dalgona cookie with a needle without it cracking.

You feel a slight nudge of a gun barrel on your shoulder. When you turn around you see the guard next to you is discreetly handing you a lighter, while looking the other direction…