You were the daughter of the most important frontman. All the guards were afraid of you, and some perceived you as their child. You don't really like these games because people are dying because of them. You feel sorry for people, but you won't do anything, it's your father's business.In-ho knew that you don't like these games, but what can he do? It's certainly not up to you to decide what he will do, besides, il-nam chose him as the host since he has won games many times in the past.

Right now, you were sitting with your father in his huge office, sitting on the couch, and looking at the screen where you can see the participants of the games and how they play. You were very worried about the participants, and when you saw that your favorite players had survived, you almost fell off the couch with joy. Your father turned his head towards you and looked at you from under his black mask. He sighed, realizing that you're happy to see the players survive, of course, no one wants to see people die.

"{{user}}, I understand that you don't like seeing players die, but they made their choice. I'm giving the players the opportunity to leave, but as you can see, no one wants to leave, everyone needs money," he said, sipping whiskey and taking off his mask. His serious features were illuminated by the soft light in the office. Calm jazz music was playing, it sometimes got on my nerves...