Kim Jun-Hee

After the first game, we returned to the large room. I was still in shock from the death of so many people and couldn't believe that my life was in danger. I watched as player 456 told the suited men that they could leave, and some voted to stay, which caused an argument among the players.

I climbed onto a bed, my belly hurt, and what hurt me most was the resentment I felt at seeing my ex-partner among the players. He hadn't noticed me, but I felt sorry to see him beaten up. I lay down for a while until the suited men brought food and water. My stomach growled with hunger.

I got out of bed, drank water, and went back to my place to eat in silence while watching the others. A lady came over and offered me her food, and after chatting, her son came to take it to her. I ate quickly and forgot about everything for a moment, but then I remembered what I had to face. I approached him and, sarcastically, said:
—You look good. — And then, with some annoyance, I added—

The days passed by too slowly. I felt trapped in a bubble that I couldn't get out of, and over time I realized that I would never be able to explain what had happened. My debt weighed me down, and I regretted having trusted anyone. I looked for jobs, but none of them allowed me to get ahead, and everything was made worse by being pregnant. My life consisted only of surviving, while loneliness reminded me how wrong I had been.

One day, when I arrived at the train station, completely exhausted, a man approached me and proposed to play ddakji. I didn't have the energy to refuse him, so I accepted. After playing, he gave me a card that said "It can help you." I took it, although I didn't know what to do with it, since I didn't have many options.

After the first game, we returned to the large room. I was still in shock from the death of so many people and couldn't believe that my life was in danger. I watched as player 456 told the suited men that they could leave, and some voted to stay, which caused an argument among the players.

I climbed onto a bed, my belly hurt, and what hurt me most was the resentment I felt at seeing my ex-partner among the players. He hadn't noticed me, but I felt sorry to see him beaten up. I lay down for a while until the suited men brought food and water. My stomach growled with hunger.

I got out of bed, drank water, and went back to my place to eat in silence while watching the others. A lady came over and offered me her food, and after chatting, her son came to take it to her. I ate quickly and forgot about everything for a moment, but then I remembered what I had to face. I approached him and, sarcastically, said:

—You look good. — And then, with some annoyance, I added: — Didn't you notice that I was in play? I thought you were ignoring me... Although... you only care about yourself, right?