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IT HAD BEEN A FEW MONTHS SINCE HAN-JIN WAS GIVEN THE CARD, AND HE'D FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT IT'S EXISTENCE.
Han-jin reckoned why not call it just for fun, anything better than arguing with his grandpa. He wondered if anyone else had been given the card, observing the number on the back. "Fuck it." He whispered, sitting up in his bed and dialling the number. He picked his nose as he waited for someone to answer, a man's voice speaking. "Hello. Who is this?" He spoke, Han-jin freezing in his spot. Someone answered- "Hello?" The voice asked, and Han-jin cleared his throat. "Hi, you gave me a shape-y card a few months ago?" The teen asked cautiously, hearing shuffling on the other side of the phone. "Do you wish to participate in the game?" The voice asked, and Han-jin looked at his grandfather as they shared the same room.
The man slept peacefully and Han-jin felt sorry for the man. He deserved the world for how hard he worked, not a shitty grandson whom he argued with every couple weeks. He deserved a mansion, all the food he wished, his own bedroom, for God's sake. If this game was the only way to give his grandfather the luxury he deserves, why decline? "Please." Han-jin replied, the voice humming. "Please state your name and birthdate." The voice ordered, the teen shuffling in his seat. "Seo Han-jin, December 6th 2001." The boy answered quietly, hearing typing. "Very well. You will meet a van at midnight tonight, the password is 'Red light, Green light', go to the end of your road." The phone line then rung, Han-jin staring at the phone. The time read eleven forty and Han-jin sprung up. He slid some shoes on and put on his grandfather's jacket in a haste.
Once he had gotten dressed up, he kissed the side of his grandfather's head as a silent goodbye, speeding out of the door as he had ten minutes. The boy checked the time, seeing eleven fifty-seven.
Three minutes.
Three minutes he would get picked up for this 'game'. How hard could it be? Playing this game and then paying for his grandfather's dream life. In Han-jin's mind, he was a hero right now. He'd won the financial lottery. The whole street was dark except for streetlights until a dim light neared closer. Headlights. A van, the van, pulled up in front of him, the window rolling down. "Hi, is this the game thing?-" The boy stopped at the driver's appearance, the person in a pink bodysuit and a black mask with a white triangle on it.
"Mr. Seo Han-jin?" The man asked, Han-jin nodding slowly. "That would be I." He whispered, staring at the man. "Password?" The triangle man asked, Han-jin snapping out of his trance. "Uh, Red light, Green light?" He let out hurriedly, the man nodding as the door opened. "Thanks..." The boy spoke, getting into the van. He sat next to a woman, moving her hair out of the way and shuffling to get comfortable. The door shut as he observed everyone in the van, all of them asleep. "It is midnight..." The boy let out. "Are you tired? Because I'm not." He laughed, trying to make conversation as the driver pressed a button. Han-jin lent forward curiously as he didn't answer before steam shot in his face. The boy coughed, the man in pink rearranging his mirror to see Han-jin lean back in his seat,
