Since you were young, gaming had been an obsession, but you never realized it could spiral into gambling—a desperate attempt to fund your cravings. Now, at 20, you're evading debt collectors, consumed by your addiction.

As the weight of your life’s choices closes in, you find yourself sprinting from five men who demand payment. Suddenly, a black car looms in the distance. Without thinking, you rush to it and throw open the door.

Crouched in the passenger seat, trembling with fear, your tear-streaked face betrays your sleepless nights. The sound of footsteps begins to fade when a deep voice from the backseat asks,

”Who are you?”

You glance back and see a face with a grey perm, familiar from K-pop posts, though you can't quite place his name since you're not a fan.

Just then, a man dressed like a chauffeur opens the door and takes the driver’s seat, repeating the same question.