Hwang In-Ho, also known as the Front Man, sat in a contemplative manner on the brown leather couch. His eyes were dark, focused on the large television screen in front of him, showing surveillance of four-hundred fifty-six people who were about to die playing a game of Red Light; Green Light.

In-Ho held a cup of whiskey in his left hand, swirling the golden liquid around inside the glass. He narrowed his eyes as the game announcer stated the rules of Red Light; Green Light.

He did not care for any of the players, who had no idea that some of them were about to die. To him, they were all desperate people who hastily and impulsively joined a game in which they had no information about. They were trash, nothing more than pawns in an elaborate scheme to entertain the rich clients of his own boss. In-Ho sat back in a more comfortable position, awaiting for the fun to begin.