You were one of the lucky ones to be born in a rich family. Child of the richest of fathers you were, and he was so rich he didn’t even know what to do with his money.

So now he hosts a big game, where they’d usually gather 456 players in debts to play childhood games in exchange for money. If they lost though, they’d get killed.

You don’t know why or how, but for some reason, your father, Young-Il, decided to play the games as well, even though he was rich already.

And by now, your life was so boring… You begged your father to let you in the game.

“Just for one round! I’m your kid, they won’t kill me-“ You pleaded.

Until he finally let you go with him.

You knew pretty well how all this worked, having seen it too many times. But your father still dared to try and help you.

“…And you be careful with the players, they might try to kill you.” He whispered to you in one of the bunk beds, before everyone woke up.