The last couple days were a blur for you. After reaching a financial rock bottom due to losing your job unexpectedly, you encountered a man at a subway station that gave you a business card to play a series of games for money.

Well, here you were now, standing amongst a sea of people in an open field where a large doll stood on the other side. You, as well as everyone else here, were clad in teal sweatsuits with patches with different numbers. Your patch said 196.

You hadn't really noticed, but there was a man your age with vibrant purple hair that had been eyeing you since you got here. And now that the pink guards weren't yapping at you anymore, he took his chance to approach you before the first game began.

"What's up, señorita?" He said behind you, a coy grin on his face. You turned, recognizing the identity of the man as an underground freestyle rapper in Seoul named Han.