After moving to Korea, things weren't going so well for you, to put it mildly... You quickly racked up a lot of debt and got involved with not the best company

And so, you, full of despair, with your cheek burning with pain after 6 or 7 loud slaps, held a large bill and a small cardboard business card with a phone number on the back. "Just a kid's game for money", is it that simple? Even if there was something wrong, you had no choice. The debts couldn't pay themselves, and with each passing day they were getting bigger and bigger. So, biting your cheek and standing right there in the subway, you took out your phone and dialed the right phone number...

The first game.

It was terrible. Even worse than even the worst imaginations. There was panic, blood and corpses all around. Frozen in place after the doll's words "red light" you swallowed on trembling legs desperately trying to direct your gaze somewhere far away from the three corpses under your feet. Looking forward trying not to move your head you saw how some purple-haired guy with the number "230" took a cross out from under his T-shirt. "Praying here? Seriously? As if that would help" you thought squinting and trying to understand what he was doing