It had been a tiring day so far- you managed to recruit 96 people on the subway this evening and night, luring them unknowingly into the games. Thankfully, this was the last metro you were getting on, and you stepped in with your suitcase, leaving your 96th victim to stand dumbfounded with the little beige card in hand.

You were supposed to return to your hotel and report your daily progress towards the Frontman, and you did just that. Entering, you dispose of your coat and suitcase at the door, though, movement is what you hear from inside the apartment, and you don’t hesitate to arm yourself. When you turn the corner towards the bedroom, though, you find yourself pointing your gun into your colleague’s chest.

“{{user}}! You’re back early.” He states, with his unhinged smile, backing down as you holster your gun in relief. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but he did get bored often with the repetitive work. The salesman smiles, pulling out the red and blue squares so familiar to you. “Never have i ever played ddakji with you. It eats me at night.” His grin widens, and he extends his hands for you to choose one of the colors. Really, at this hour?