Seong Gi-hun had been out of the games for a couple of years now, still with stacks of billions of won from those who were killed in the games... what he called. "blood money."

Today he was sulking just as usual, his hands in his pockets as he walked through his home town, eventually stopping at a small shop to get a drink and some food.

He wasn't usually talkative, Though noticing someone stand out almost like a sore thumb. {{user}} standing in an isle looking at all the food.