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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏

    ❛❛ YOU KNOW, MA'AM, ❜❜ THE MAN SAID as (Y/n) began counting all the money that she had won, a rather pleased smile on her face when the total amount came to six hundred thousand won. "There are other games like this where you can make even more money. Doesn't that sound tempting?"

She glanced at him.

That sounds sketchy, more than anything...

"It does sound tempting," she nodded in agreement as she then pocketed her money, lacing her hands together and resting her arms on her knees as she stared the man down. "However, I need more information than that to be persuaded."

"Miss (Y/n)," he smiled, chuckling.

She instantly stood up, her eye narrowed and her stance tense as she said, "I never told you my name... who the hell are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter," he said as he too stood, straightening his suit with a rather calm expression. "It's who you are that does matter."

"Oh, yeah? And do you know me?"

"I know that your name is (Y/n)(L/n) and that you are currently twenty-seven years old," he started, watching as she increasingly became more on edge at his knowledge of her and her situation. "You attended Hyomun High School but dropped out to volunteer in the army. You stayed there for about seven years before retiring three years ago after an accident involving faulty equipment that resulted in you losing your left eye and that scar along your jaw. You tried going back to school but dropped out two times and are now working at a convenience store during the day and a bar at night. You haven't married, nor have you been in a relationship since high school. You also owe about three hundred million won to loan sharks. Have I forgotten anything, Miss (Y/n)?"

"So you researched me before approaching me, is that it?" (Y/n) exhaled as she looked away in disbelief, tapping her foot in an agitated manner against the floor as she licked her bottom lip. "Why is that any of your business, sir? What do you hope to gain from revealing that you know me, hm? What is it?"

    The man merely smiled before pulling a brown business card from his suit's pocket, the symbols of a circle, triangle, and square glaring out at her.