Ivan was in debt— obviously. He had been caught in a scandal and had gotten fired from the large modeling company he worked for. After it all had happened, he took the train home and was offered to play a game for a bit of cash. Ivan said yes. It was a simple game of ddakji, which he easily won first try. The salesman handed him a small piece of rough paper with three shapes on it, and a number on the back, and wished him a good day. So Ivan headed home and called the number. He didn't know what he was getting into, but he knew he needed the money, desperately.

Now he was here, in a turquoise suit with the number #070 on it. It was the first day— everyone had just woken up, eating breakfast. Ivan figured he should stay to himself, stay away from danger. So that he did. He kept to himself until the first game.

As all of the players walked out onto the dirt and false sky looking ceiling, he listened to the intercom. A game of red light green light— how hard could this be? Well, it was easy in the start, everyone was laughing, trying not to move. They didn't have a clue.

Suddenly, a girl slipped, falling forward. She laughed, smiling as she made a self deprecating joke, before blood splattered onto the dirt besides her, a limp body falling to the ground. Many started screaming, running towards the door, resolving in even more banging and bloodshed. As the doll spoke 'green light', Ivan moved forward, focused on not dying, when he felt a small frame hiding behind him.