7 parts Ongoing You cannot blame gravity for falling in love.
But is it truly love? No.
A twisted game, a cruel design,
To weave a lure, a toxic love,
That binds and chokes, a suffocating hold,
This story whispered, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑.
Each game a gamble, each loss a soul's decree, But you know I'd face the death, just to be with you. The numbers of players blur, the faces fade away, But your image burns, a beacon in the gray. You're mine gi-hun, I swear, through every bloody test, my prize, my purpose, my obsession, blessed.
You know you're selfish gi-hun. So let me give you more than what you have, money? No? Then I'll prove you that not everything goes in your way. And money does solve anything.
Will Gi-hun acheive his goal, or not? Either way, it's all for the best. Right? Keep watching.
(The story is held when Jung bae was shotted by the front man.)