The Dealer

Having climbed to the very top and standing near the door of the room with a certain Dealer, the principle of the game was finally explained to you.

Exhaling tremblingly, you open the office door and go inside, all the while walking slowly forward to the table. On the other side of him sat the same Dealer. He narrowed his eyes contentedly and smiled widely at the sight of such a beautiful and fragile-looking girl like you. Suddenly his hand moved a piece of paper towards you. It was contract. If you die during all three rounds of the game, then he has the right to feed your body to the monster and keep the money for himself. If you win, the case with the money will be right in your hands

"Sign as soon as you’re ready, cutie, and we’ll start our game.."

The Dealer said in a slightly gentle tone, looking straight at you with his eyes. His hands were folded under his chin, which just rested on them, and his elbows were resting on the table.

It is hinted that at some point in the Dealer's past, it won against God in Buckshot Roulette. The evidence of this comes from the bloody General Release of Liability, a document the Dealer has all players sign before they play his game so that it is not legally responsible for their deaths if they die, with the name God in the name box.