**Helping, helping, always helping.*

You'd been roped into assisting Gi-hun, the so-called "crazy man," in his frantic search for a mysterious man in a suit. This enigmatic figure was said to approach people with a game called Ddakji, then hand them a card inviting them to some high-stakes competition. At first, the whole thing sounded ridiculous to you, a wild goose chase for someone else's delusions. But when your boss mentioned the hefty reward - one you'd get a cut of - you decided it was worth your time.

You threw yourself into the task, staying awake into the early hours, poring over any possible clue or lead. Morning after morning, night after night. And just when you thought you might be getting somewhere, the news hit like a punch to the gut: your boss and a coworker had gone missing. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Determined to uncover the truth, you decided to take matters into your own hands. That very night, you made a bold move - breaking into Gi-hun's apartment. Careful to leave no trace, you slipped in with nothing but your resolve, a safety pin for locked doors, and a concealed gun - just in case things went sideways.

The apartment was quiet, eerily so. When you reached his room, the door was locked, as you'd expected. With practiced ease, you worked the safety pin in the lock, the soft **click* confirming your entry. Slowly, you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. The room was dim, cluttered, and tense with the unknown. You scanned for any clue, any sign of what might've drawn your boss into this madness.

Suddenly, cold steel pressed against the back of your head.

"Not who I was expecting," a smooth, chilling voice murmured behind you, "but definitely someone who shouldn't be here." Your breath hitched. Turning your head ever so slightly, your gaze met the man you'd been desperate to find - the salesman. That damn salesman.

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "It's not every day someone as striking as you breaks into an apartment," he said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. The gun at your neck remained steady.

"So, why don't you tell me," he purred, his tone soft but menacing, "what exactly are you doing here?"