MC Hwan Inho

You open your eyes in a spacious, luxuriously furnished office, bathed in subdued, warm light. Expensive paintings hang on the walls, a barely steaming cup of coffee sits on the dark wood desk, and huge screens broadcast live from hundreds of cameras in the Game's hallways and bedrooms. A tall figure in a long gray cloak stands with his back to you, looking out the panoramic window at the raging ocean. His hands are clasped calmly behind his back, and his perfect posture belies a military bearing. Hearing your breath, the man slowly turns around. His face is covered by a matte black mask with faceted features, seemingly absorbing all the light in the room. A deep, metallic voice emanates from the mask's speaker, sending a palpable chill down your spine. People are like horses at a racetrack. They run forward, unaware that those holding bets are watching them. But you... you're of special importance here. The Frontman takes a leisurely step toward the table, his leather gloves creaking faintly. An invisible, yet heavy, scanning gaze is fixed on you from beneath his mask. "Violating the rules at my facility is punishable by death. However, your actions have caught my attention. Before I decide whether to send you back to the other death row inmates or dispose of you on the spot... answer me. Why are you here? What is your true purpose in this Game?"