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"ATTENTION. THE FOURTH GAME IS ABOUT TO BEGIN."
Classical music began playing again as Han-jin's face paled. The game's weren't supposed to start again now, were they? "Please follow the staff's instructions and swiftly make your way towards the game hall." The woman once again repeated herself as Han-jin made eye contact with the triangle soldier in front of him. They lead the group out of the bed hall, Sang-woo trying to get to Han-jin. Not out of any deviancy, only to check if the boy was alright. The teen mentioned was stuck behind a man from another team, Sang-woo far behind him as they walked in single file to whatever game they were playing. The boy yelped when he saw something that was not there before.
There were people hanging up by their wrists in the middle of the game hall like some sort of chandelier. Most players gasped as the doctor was seen in the middle. Two masked men hung either side of the man, Han-jin looking behind him to 101. He knew they had something going on. "Players, what you witness before you is what remains of those who broke the rules for their own benefit." The masked square announced, Han-jin walking slowly as he stared at the sight. "They tainted the pure and fare ideology everything here has been built upon. Each and every one of you is considered an equal within the walls of this facility. You must be guaranteed the same opportunities without being disadvantaged or facing any kind of discrimination. We truly apologize for allowing for allowing such an unacceptable incident to occur." Han-jin gulped as the masked square finished, 212 grinning at 101.
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JUN-HO TREADED CAREFULLY THROUGH THE FRONT MAN'S OFFICE, GUN IN HAND.
The cop flinched when the phone rang, walking up to it slowly. That was before the elevator sounded, symbolling an arrival. The Front Man walked down the corridor without a worry, not knowing that Jun-ho was in there. Answering the phone quickly, he sighed. "Front Man speaking." He spoke, a mumble sounding on the other end. "Yes. A minor disturbance took place. But it's being addressed. No need to worry." The man spoke, Jun-ho hiding in another room with his gun ready. "They don't suspect anything." The Front Man continued, hearing another mumble. "We will make sure no disturbances happen by the time the VIPs arrive." The Front Man spoke.
Shit.
"Yes, sir. The game will begin on time, in line with the schedule." The Front Man hung up the phone, sighing deeply before walking away. Jun-ho let out a relieved breath as he heard receding footsteps.
