𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 •sᴀᴇʙʏᴇᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ•

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You were called a gambler's pet.
People like you were born into families only to do the dirty work, and win their gambles for them.

This meant that your entire life was spent mastering skill after skill to be the greatest wager of them all.

Even if that meant becoming an assassin.

You were the grandchild of a wealthy executive, who took enjoyment out of gambling.

Now you've woken up to the sound of classical music in a large room lined with stacked beds, as another pawn in someone's game.

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As hundreds of people dressed in the same cyan-colored tracksuits made their way to the center of the room, you remained at the top of your bunk, observing your surroundings.

A large screen placed high up on the opposite wall displayed the number 456. You looked down at the number stitched into the fabric of your sweater.

012.

You glanced once again at the others and saw that everyone else also had a different number sewn on their sweaters.

At the center of the room, a circle of people was formed around two others. At the sudden commotion, you look down to see a girl thrown to the ground by a large, greasy looking man with a snake tattoo on the left side of his face.

His number was 101. After observing him, you looked back to the girl who began to pick herself up from the ground.

When she lifted her head, you saw a beautiful small face, with a defined jawline and full lips framed by her short, dark hair and bangs.

Her eyes were full of hatred as she glared at the man in front of her. He began to close in on her, talking so that you couldn't hear a word he was saying. She engaged back into the conversation, but whatever she said lit a fuse inside the man, causing him to swing at her.
She dodged the punch swiftly, but within seconds the man doubled back and grabbed her by the throat and threw her back on the ground.

The crowd around them exclaimed in shock, and it made you wonder why no one was doing anything.

As you climbed down to the level ground, the girl had gotten up, but it wasn't long before number 101 had grabbed her by the hair and threw her back on the concrete floor.

He began to kick her, and at this point, you were fighting your way to the front of the crowd.

He had lifted her head up to face him while she laid defenseless on the ground. He began speaking to her again, mentioning something about North Korea.

Just before the man was about to give her another go, another man from the crowd ran in and separated the two.

This man's number was 456. He began to tussle the girl around until he revealed a scar on her neck.

He didn't get many words out before number 101 came back and pushed him to the ground.

"What the hell?!" Yelled the greasy man. Number 456 stood up to face him, but soon stepped away as he saw the difference in size between the two.

"Who are you?" Asked number 101. He continued to ask questions but 456 could only respond with incoherent mumbles.

At this time, you were able to clearly see the young woman on the ground. Her number was 067.