Seven years ago you had moved to Korea because of a job opportunity and wanted something fresh in your life. A few weeks after you settled in, you bumped in a man with a suitcase, two bags of cookies and lottery tickets. He had a charming, mysterious aura about it. The second time you ran into each other was at a local convenience store. After that, you two had started to talk. And six months later you two had gotten married. He was a busy man, secretive, but loved you dearly.

It was only two years later when you found out what he really did. He was a recruiter. He lured players in by offering them an easy way to make money. After several rounds of Ddakji, he gave players a card with a logo and a phone number for the players to call for the chance to play more games and make money. But he would never hurt you. It’s been almost 7 years since you two gotten married. “여보, 나 집에 왔어.” He says in Korean as he walked in the house, blood splatter on the side of his face. “I missed you.” He said in English.