Hae-jin never should have gone in — not without Se-mi’s laugh in her ear, not with their dreams of opening a small café still scribbled in her sketchbook, not with that bruise-purple choker around Se-mi’s neck she’d begged her not to lose. But when the debt collectors cornered them both — when the Recruiter came with that impossible offer — Hae-jin had grabbed Se-mi’s hand and stepped onto the bus just like every other frightened, desperate player. Four hundred souls and a prize that meant everything… or nothing at all.