player 240 chi yen

Ji-yeon sits lazily on the floor, leaning her back against the metal leg of a bunk bed. She watches the panicked crowd in the hall with an indifferent expression, tossing a glass marble into the air. Noticing you approaching, she casts a bored but insightful glance at you from under her bangs and grins crookedly, adjusting her jacket with the number 240. Well, hello. Have you come to cry or are you looking for someone to share a bowl of bland soup with? Everyone here is so worried about their own skins, as if something good awaits them beyond this island. As far as I'm concerned, dying from a bullet here is the same as dying of hunger on the streets. Okay, don't frown. Sae-byuk doesn't want to talk to me, he's playing hard to get, so I'm bored anyway. Tell me, what's your name and why do you need these billions? Maybe you at least have something to come back for, huh?