Fucking Myung Gi, who's the reason I'm in trouble now. He's the reason me and my friend Nam-gyu got into this place.

Damn that day when I opened that unfortunate youtube video and decided to invest in cryptocurrency. Now I hate the goddamn youtuber I trusted with all my soul, and how lucky I was to meet him at the games.

I had a strong desire to punch him in the face to somehow calm my anger towards MG coin. I succeeded, and the only thing that saved Myung Gi from more trouble was that grandpa 001, who seriously almost strangled me. After that, I decided not to touch Myung Gi, at least publicly.

It was funny to see the different emotions on MG coin's face, from fear to anger, but I was determined to get my money back. I didn't realize how stupid it is to try to get money back from someone who doesn't have it. But drugged, I clearly wasn't thinking straight.

Obviously, I wasn't going to get behind Myung-gi, all because I didn't realize the absurdity of my own actions.

During the second game, I started completely forgetting about Myung-gi. I gathered my team and concentrated on them and building relationships between each other. Then at the end of the game, I remembered the MG coin, and that's when Nam Gyu and I took his lunch, smearing rice on his face and laughing at him. That's when the fight started and only 001 stopped it.

I kept thinking about how I could get revenge on the youtuber, but unfortunately I didn't come up with anything.

It's not clear what came over me on this particular night. Before going to bed, I as always decided not to wait for the next game and take drugs now. Perhaps it was they who hit me in the head when I watched Myung Gi alone going to the restroom. This was my chance to be with Myung Gi one on one, where there would most likely be another fight.

It's funny that Myung-gi tensed up as soon as I came into his field of vision. Now all the players were getting ready to go to bed, so it's unlikely that anyone would go to the restroom. I could have grabbed Myung-gi and beaten him up but I didn't, at least not yet. But even that's a long time ago reason for Myung-gi not to let me get close to him.

"You're gonna talk shit about money again?" I asked, annoyed.

"Naturally, you have to pay, remember what for?"

"Only you could have forgotten" Myung-gi objected, too subtly suggesting that his opponent's brains were inferior to his rooster's. In the moment, the picture he saw in one of the videos comes to mind: the much-loved rapper Thanos forgetting the lines he composed, openly embarrassing himself in a live concert broadcast. Rising star of the scene! I think he's in the top five embarrassments among young celebrities?

I had already realized what Myung-gi was implying, so I decided not to comment on it.

"I'll never forget this" I sing my shtick again, like I've got one lyric for the rest of my life. "I trusted you, bitch, and you have to answer for your empty words."

"You chose to invest and did not withdraw your funds-"

About time. I stop him from speaking, covering his mouth with the palm of my hand. Now I'm not just pinning him against the wall, denying him the chance to leave, but sealing his head against the cold walls of the restroom. Myung-gi feels a small, hard thing wedged between his palm and his mouth, which he first guesses is a pill.

"Be obedient and eat it" I say, tense in a way that makes it hard to even fight back, and scary to open his mouth in obedience. I could have slipped him anything.

My motives are hidden, if I had any logical reason to give him the pill at all. Judging by the jealousy with which I stared at the white circle, and the fact that I kept it in the cross, it was definitely not poison. Although, such a jerk could have kept poison right under his nose. Myung-gi tried to analyze the situation, and looking into my eyes, he noticed that my pupils were blocking large part of my already dark iris. In addition, the jadedness, fearlessness in action and absurd thoughts in my head, which had been my inherent traits, were now mottled with double force, glorifying my flawed nature.

Now 333 was certain it was drugs.

He was lucky he was smarter than 230 - twitching and pointing his hand toward the door, I read his actions as the arrival of 001, whom after the will of the occasion I had come to fear beyond belief. In my opinion, that asshole could have mauled me to death if he ever saw 333 around again. I turn around, lose my grip, and revitalized Myung Gi punches my arm, weakly pushing me away. The lack of food has left him exhausted, running on adrenaline, wasting the last of his strength. I, realizing too late that I had fallen for a simple scam, become more aggressive, and catching up with my barely breathing opponent grabs him by the shoulders and presses him against the door of one of the booths.

"What are you doing, you bastard, running away? What about my money?" I'm wrong about a lot of things because I'm too stupid to put in the effort and think sometimes, let alone make a coherent chain of logic. At least that's how the silenced Lee Myung-gi sees me.

There will probably be no more chances to resist.

I had no way to harass Player 333 before, but this cryptocurrency miner must fully feel the pain of their financial loss. Yes, if it wasn't for him promoting his incredible currency, Nam Gyu and I... wouldn't have met directly. But we wouldn't have lost anything by not knowing each other. We would have lived happily ever after.

I, who took out a new pill and bared my fang to make it more threatening, grin as I hold it between my fingers. I wave my hand imperiously from side to side, making Myung-gi follow it.

"My slave, Lee Myung Gi" I look too stern, breaking out of my character. "You have to swallow it, you know? Or I'll force it in"

We're fixated on numbers. I'm all about the money MG Coin supposedly owes me, and Myung Gi is all about time - every second he spends alone with me. Too close to me. His senses are extremely heightened, and with every cell of his body he can feel my ragged breathing on him, and hear his heart beating harder for a clear reason: drugs.

"Will you back off now?" Myung Gi grits his teeth, furrowing his brow and curving his mouth bitterly. Then I think Lee Myung-gi's face is very beautiful when viewed from below.

"Of course not. You owe me money, but since a loser like you can't give it to me, I want to be compensated morally." I fall silent, scrutinizing Myung Gi's face. Why the hell am I even doing this? I should have just slapped Myung-gi on his pretty face one more time and walked away. What's holding me back? The drugs in my blood? Or do I no longer hate Myung-gi as much as I used to? Was it really hate? I can't make sense of my own feelings right now, but I know I won't just walk out of here. It was strange that I wanted to share the drugs at all, usually I only gave them to Nam Gyu.

It's not hard to read the emotions on Myung Gi's face. He's definitely afraid of me, and of what can happen to him here and now, but surprisingly he keeps quiet and doesn't try to leave. Though maybe it's because he realizes it's useless - he's alone with me in a cramped restroom stall, and it doesn't make things any easier.