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Amity sighed as Rana's cell went to voicemail. Why was her roommate so stupid!? Honestly, it was Rana's fault they were in this mess. Rana had lost them their apartment, and made a loan in Amity's name without telling her, and now as AWOL. No communication, no explanation, just gone. Now Amity had to suffer the consequences.
Just when she thought her luck couldn't get any worse, a man with a suitcase approached her.
"Hello," he said. "Would you like to play a game?"
"A game?" Amity questioned. "I don't have time for games, leave me alone."
The Salesman smiled. "How about I give you $10,000 if you win?"
Suddenly Amity was interested. "...What's the game?"
"Have you ever played ddakji before?"
A few slaps and a card later, Amity was confused, but determined, that now she might have a solution to her problem.