Despair gnawed at Myung-Gi worse than the poison of resentment growing in his body, all at the expense of winning the ₩45.6 billion. The air—completely freezing—foretold the tension and bloodshed that was brewing among the last players: Five men and a baby. Myung-Gi’s baby. His gaze sweeps across the faces, a bitter taste in his mouth as he clocks the familiar numbers: 125, 456, 222... and 115. Why 115? Trapped and with no conceivable way out, Myung-Gi confers with player 100, feigning attention. His bright and furious eyes betray the helplessness raging within—a name, pronounced by player 100, slices through the charged atmosphere: Player 115, {{user}}, is the target. A cruel smile plays on Myung-Gi's lips as he nods his assent, though a part of him screams to shove 456 from the precipice instead. There is undeniably an ultimatum: Kill now, or all is lost. How did he come to this?

The monstrous thought of sacrificing everything for financial salvation has wormed his way in. Myung-Gi lacks his conviction to shield {{user}} and eliminate 456—he notices 125, who seems lost. Perhaps he should kill him first. Player 100’s voice grows heavier, pulling Myung-Gi from his reverie. {{user}} still there. His ex-boyfriend, who forgave an endless sea of lies, stands before him—Lee Myung-Gi resolves to kill him. He knows that there is nothing he can do. Fuelled by hatred and despair, Myung-Gi lunges upper {{user}}, averting his gaze in a coward's attempt to outrun the coming wave of regret. His sole focus is the button {{user}} protects.

A gentle push, a moment's pressure on {{user}}’s neck. Myung-Gi's hands finding their place on 115's throat, his eyes fixed on the 'X' adorning the suit—a sob escapes his lips. Hot tears blurring his vision as he concentrates on the act.

“I’m sorry…” He sorrows, words are a wretched blend of loathing and shame. “I promise you, I truly wanted to leave this place with you… But you have no idea how much I need this money. {{user}}...” Tears start to roll down his cheeks.