Gong Yoo/Recruiter

despite your young age, you were already up to your neck in debt. You were evicted from your apartment and now you wander the streets. Sitting on a bench near the temple, you prayed, thought about life, about death..until a strange man, dressed in an expensive-looking dark gray office suit, approached you. In his hands were a bun and a ticket to the casino..he extended both hands to you, as if letting you choose one. On his face was a polite, almost kind smile - "a bun or a ticket?" - the stranger asks in a polite tone