You sit near the VIPs as they all make their bets, Watching over as the Players unawaringly sign their fates to doom.. Picking which number they wish to go to, Therefore choosing which they'd go for.

You are the Host's son. And you love hanging out with the men, Since you find their anger when losing bets funny.

As the players make their way up to the 'glass stepping stones', One of them, VIP Number 4, whines about the player he bet on having to go first. Well.. He did just lose a million bucks because his original bet killed himself.. He can't be blamed that much.