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"BELIEVE IN JESUS OR BURN IN HELL!"
"You fool who deny the Lord's existence, repent now!" The man held up a large cross, people running past him as it was raining. "The day of judgment is upon us! Followers go to Heaven, non-believers burn in Hell!" The limousine stopped on the road beside the man, both Han-jin and Gi-hun being thrown out onto the street. "The only thing waiting for you in the afterlife will be fire and pain-" The man flinched, looking to the two as the limousine drove away quickly. People stared at the two, Han-jin grunting as he tried to stand up. The man walked over to them slowly, Gi-hun letting his head lay against the pavement. "Hey..." The man spoke to Han-jin, the boy staying still in his spot. The man checked Gi-hun's pulse, feeling one happily as he untied the man's blindfold.
Gi-hun moaned, opening his eyes and looking up to meet the ones of the man. "Jesus. Praise the Lord." He smiled, Gi-hun starting to choke. Han-jin flinched when his blindfold was pulled off to, the man smiling at him. The boy coughed out a card, it falling onto the floor as did Gi-hun's. A girl walked past the three, terrified as she sped on. The man ran his finger down the boy's scar. "Nasty cut-" The man backed away when Han-jin shot back, leaning down to look at the card.
It was a bank card.
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HAN-JIN AND GI-HUN HUDDLED AT THE LOCAL BANK.
"Put it in." The boy whispered, Gi-hun doing as told, the voice speaking up. "Checking your IC card information." It informed, the two men looking to the screen. Gi-hun pressed withdrawal, "Please select the amount you would like to withdraw." The voice spoke politely, Han-jin feeling for the paper in his collar. Opening it, he saw a number on the card and a small heart underneath it. What the fuck- "Han." The man spoke, Han-jin following his finger to see a bank balance of 22, 799, 990, 000 won. Han-jin looked to his card, noticing they each had an equal split of the money. "I'm gonna head home." He uttered, Gi-hun looking to him. "I'll come with you-"
He was interrupted by Han-jin leaving the building.
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HIS GRANDPA'S SHOP WAS STILL OPEN.
Han-jin limped home as fast as he could, clutching the card in his hand. "Grandpa!" The boy called, seeing the shop empty and all of the lights off. "Grandpa?" He called again, starting to panic. Had his grandpa been moved again? Had something happened? "Grandpa... I'm home!" The boy spoke, rummaging through the store and trying the door. It was locked. "Hello!" The boy called, people walking by as he looked like a psychopath. "Oi!" The boy flinched, turning to a familiar face. "Han-jin?" The boy's smile widened. "Grandpa!" He let out, the man staying still. "I thought you were an intruder, bastard!" The man spoke, Han-jin shaking his head. Seeing his grandpa lifted his spirits so much more, the boy hugging the man. "You're lucky I love you or I would've shot you."
Han-jin only squeezed the man, him hugging back. "How did the job go?" He asked, the teen tensing up. "Oh, yeah..." He let out, breaking the hug. "Your eye!" The man pointed out, grabbing the boy's face harshly and bringing it closer to his. "What did you do?" He asked, Han-jin stopping himself. "I brought you something." He whispered, placing the bank card between the two. "What the fuck-" "Stop swearing!" Han-jin scolded, his grandpa holding the card. "The password is 0020." The boy informed, his grandpa scoffing. "That's easily guessable-" The man stopped once, looking up at Han-jin. "What's on it?" He asked, watching Han-jin scoff. "Money, grandpa..." He uttered, and watched his grandpa shake his head.
"Before you start, it's not stolen."
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GI-HUN WAS AT THE AIRPORT, HOPING TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER.
Walking through the tube to his plane, Gi-hun stopped, letting people pass him as he looked at the card. Dialling the number, he put his phone to his ear. "Do you wish to participate in the game? If you wish to play, please state your name and birthdate." A voice asked, Gi-hun taking a deep breath. "Seong Gi-hun. October 31, 1974." The man spoke, the voice not responding for a while. "Listen carefully. I'm not a horse. I'm a person. That's why I wanna know... who you people are, how you guys can do these horrible things to people?" The man stated, In-ho taking the phone. "Player 456. Don't get any absurd ideas." He sighed, Gi-hun not listening. "It wasn't a dream. I cannot forgive you... for everything you're doing." The man spat, In-ho gulping.
"Just get on that plane. It's for your own good." He spoke, Gi-hun shaking his head. " Just get on the plane." In-ho spoke, hearing a dial tone as Gi-hun hung up,
