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I felt my whole body shake with anger. I had enough of these stupid games, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, so there was no reason in trying. 

"If that man," he started, as I scooted closer to him to properly hear his hushed voice. "remains there until midnight, I win." I looked towards the large clock in the nearly completely empty room, to see it was already nearly midnight. "If someone helps him before that, you win." 

I cradled my head in my hands, my heart beating wildly against my chest. "Stop spewing nonsense!" I heard myself yell at the man, who calmly stared up at my figure. I felt my finger tips start to tremble, as I glanced down at the drunk man below us. 

"If you play with me," he sighed out, and I turned back to him. "I'll answer your questions." I felt myself swallow harshly, as my full attention was on him. I wasn't really fond on betting on a humans' life, but I did need these answers, and I'd do what I could to get them. 

I walked to the large window and stared at the man leaning against a stairs' pillar as small bits of snow landed on his passed out figure, as a handful of people walked by him, not paying him any time of day. 

I turned back to the clock and realised I had less than 25 minutes for him to be helped. It seemed like a lot of time, but by the looks of how no one even turned to him and walked around his unconscious body, I was sure to lose. 

The loud ticking of the clock filled my ears as I looked back down. "If you lose, I'll kill you." I whispered, as I stuffed my hands in my pockets, so he didn't see the trembles thrumming through them. 

"What will you wager?" 


I heard Il-nam shuffle softly beside me before he spoke. "Do you still trust people? Even after what you experienced?" He asked, and I pursed my lips, not bothering to look at him. Of course I still trusted people. How difficult would it be to live a life without any trust?I still had my parents, Gi-hun and Sae-byeok who I could trust, and what happened during the games wasn't going to change that. 

I ignored him as I turned to the clock and stared at it. 5 more minutes left. "Why did you do such a thing?" I breathed out as I turned to look back at him, standing at the end of his bed. He stared back for a moment, before letting out a large breath. 

"Do you know what a person with no money has in common with a person with too much money?" He questioned, and I stayed quiet as I couldn't come up with an answer. There were so many similarities those too people would have, far too many to voice. 

"Living is no fun for them." My eyebrows creased. If I was someone with too much money, I know that living would be more than fun for me. How could it not be? 

"If you have too much money, no matter what you buy or eat or drink, everything gets boring in the end." I sucked at my front teeth in annoyance. I'm sure having millions, even billions of dollars at your disposal couldn't be that bad. 

"All my clients thought the same. They had lost all joy in life. So we all pondered together, trying to figure out something fun we could do."

I felt my nose flare, as my face became red with anger. "Fun? You made us experience that-- killed people because you were bored with being too rich and wanted fun?" I felt myself yell at him, as my heart constricted and I thought of all the people who had a family or had aspirations in life, who had died at the hands of a bored man. 

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