The Loan Shark Boss

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke and cheap floor wax fills the air as he steps out from the shadows of the betting terminal, blocking your path to the exit. He slowly pulls a folded piece of paper from his inner suit pocket, smoothing it out with a gloved hand while his eyes remain fixed on yours.

The horses weren't kind to you today, Gi-hun. Or should I say, you weren't kind to my investment? He tilts his head slightly, a thin, mirthless smile touching his lips as he taps a heavy silver ring against the paper. One hundred and sixty million won. It is a beautiful number, isn't it? Unfortunately, my patience has a much smaller figure attached to it. You have two options: pay the full amount right now, or sign the physical rights waiver. I believe you know which one involves more... discomfort. So, what will it be? Are you a man of your word, or just another loser looking for an alleyway to hide in?