Thank you for coming.
Follow me, please.
Thank you for coming.
Welcome to Queen Decim.
Please, come take a seat.
Hey.
Hello.
What would you like to drink?
Whatever he's having.
Very well.
Oh, do you have cigarettes?
If you don't mind,
you can have one of mine.
Ah, thank you.
Well, now that you're both here,
I'd like to ask both of you a question.
Do you remember the means in which you used to arrive here?
Hm?
Let's see... I went to my girlfriend's place after work, and...
...I can't seem to remember anything past that.
That's fine.
Thank you very much.
How about you?
If my memory serves me well, I was having beer on my porch like usual...
...and it's all a blur beyond that point.
I don't even remember if I fell asleep.
Thank you very much.
Please allow me to explain the situation that you two have been placed in.
First of all...
I cannot tell you where this place is.
Secondly...
We will soon have the two of you play a game.
Huh? A game?
Third...
The game you play will be decided by a roulette.
A roulette?
Now, wait just a minute, you—
Hot! Hot! Hot!
This will be the start button.
That isn't a roulette!
Fourth...
You will risk your lives in this game.
What?
W-Wait. Why would we do something like that?
Right, gramps?
Yeah.
Fifth...
Now, you won't be allowed to leave until the game is over.
Huh?
What is this?
Hey, excuse me!
There's no way out...
What the hell?
My cellphone!
Shit.
What's going on!?
What happens if I lose?
I can only tell you that you will risk your lives.
What if I win?
No, I cannot tell you the outcome of either scenario.
However, the possibility of your departure from this room remains in either case.
What if I refuse to play the game?
I do not recommend that option.
Please take a look.
Are those all... corpses?
Is this real?
Lastly!
You have one hour to decide whether or not to play.
Roulette has begun.
Gramps! Why'd you just press the button?
It appears that we can't leave the room.
I don't think we really have a say in the matter.
Pool
You will play a game of pool.
What is this?
You will play the game, "eight-ball."
However, your balls will display various parts of your bodies in lieu of numbers.
This is sick.
The body parts are simply images on the balls,
so even if your heart ball is pocketed, you will not lose your life.
You will pocket all of your opponent's body parts,
and then pocket the eight-ball to win.
That is all.
Who would like to perform the break?
I'll do it.
One thing we forgot to mention.
The images displayed are in sync with each of your pulse, blood pressure, and how they look.
Please just think of it as a mean to enhance the game experience.
Now, please begin.
Death-Pool
When I was in college, I played pool nearly every day.
Oh... is that so?
This girl was incredibly good at pool, and I really liked her.
I practiced like crazy.
I see.
We recently fought each other.
I want to get out of here and apologize to her.
So I apologize, but I won't hold back.
Huh?
Wow!
You've got some finesse!
Gramps, have you done this before?
Eh, but it was a long time ago.
Huh?
My eyes...
Could it be...
My balls...
How many are left?
Just two?
Do you like pickles?
My wife makes these wonderful pickles; they go well with beer, whiskey, you name it.
I've already decided that I'll eat one right before I die.
Huh?
You don't understand?
I need to leave too.
I won't hold back.
No... Stop...
Stop...
Stop!
The body parts are simply images on the balls,
so even if your heart ball is pocketed, you will not lose your life.
There aren't many things you can believe.
That's how human beings work.
They only care about themselves, and no one else really matters.
They get caught up in their own lackadaisical dialogue,
lying their way through life.
The images displayed are in sync with each of your pulse, blood pressure, and how they look.
If those words are true,
then why does my perception change when my balls get pocketed?
But it doesn't look like it's happening to the old man.
Well, one thing is for certain.
If I miss, then I'll definitely lose.
The easiest ball to go for is the eye or the mouth...
But neither of our brains and hearts have been pocketed.
It's worth a shot.
If these are really in sync with our body parts,
then gramps will...
I have no choice.
This is the only way.
Concentrate.
Imagine the path in your mind.
The ball will follow you.
This is the only way from this position.
Don't mess up. Be precise.
No... way...
Shit!
What the hell am I doing?
He'll for sure make it!
It's mine.
S-Spare me!
I'm only 30!
I don't want to die!
No! I...
They never said... you'll die if you lose.
That's right!
Hey, you!
Tell me one thing, please!
What'll happen if I lose?
Will I die?
Are you gonna take me to that room?
Please play with your life on the line.
That is all I can tell you.
Don't fuck with me!
This isn't fair!
It's so obvious that the old man is better!
I know I can't win!
Don't you agree?
Gramps! Please!
Help me persuade him!
There's no point in this game!
Say something!
Life is never fair.
I'm sure you're well aware of that.
Forgive me.
Oh... it's over...
If I'm going to die...
I'd much rather...
God damn it!
Oh...
Hey!
Gramps! Gramps!
Hey! Come on...
No...
I killed him...
I killed him.
I... killed him.
It's...
...over.
It's—
The old man is dead.
What does this mean?
The game is not over.
The person who pockets the eight-ball will win.
I never forbade the use of violence in the rules I initially stated.
You are free to continue playing the game.
I'm free to continue?
I killed him.
Didn't you see?
I fucking killed him!
You must pocket the eight-ball.
Shut the fuck up!
It's not my fault.
I had no other choice.
In that situation, anyone would think that you'd die if you lose.
If I was going to meet my demise, I'd much rather slay and survive.
Anyone would say that.
So...
It's... not my fault.
Congratulations.
You win this game.
Now that the game is over.
I'd like you both to come over here.
Thank you.
Stop...
I had fun being able to play pool after so long.
I finally remembered after you hit me.
I had been a vegetable for the past few years.
I had fun being able to play you right before I died.
Thank you.
That... was from this?
In general, humans go to either heaven or hell after they die.
There are, of course, many exceptions.
And for those who die at the same time, there's a rule to invite them here.
I am an adjudicator.
You were asked to play the game to be labeled.
I'm sorry for being quiet.
L-Labeled?
Yes.
No...
That can't be...
Which is it?
Which is which then?
I cannot answer that.
Give me a god damn answer!
Shit!
I bet you already knew before the game!
Knew what?
That I should go to hell!
No.
That is not true.
You were both on equal footing the moment you entered this place.
The game was predetermined to be pool.
And that the old man would have won if things went smoothly.
So you did know!
You have won the game.
You changed fate yourself.
If you enter the elevator, you will understand the outcome yourself.
No! Stop!
N-No!
Don't send me to hell!
Let me go!
Fuck...
Let me go!
Damn it. Shit...
Bullshit!
I don't believe you.
We were on equal footing when we came?
Bullshit!
Are you just gonna lie to me the entire time?
I've already accepted death.
You're going to lie to someone who's accepted death?
You must think I'm a fucking moron!
Country of birth, time period, parents, location...
...various factors make people's lives unequal from the very beginning!
I didn't need you to remind me of that!
But that's how we live!
We interact with others and the society, and being here is the upshot of all that interaction!
How can anyone possibly say that we are all equal when we enter this room?
How?
Who could say that?
It's not like...
You guys are actually alive.
Don't mock the people who are alive.
You are right.
I have no experience of being alive.
However, I completely understand where you are coming from.
It's okay. You can rest now.
I wish you luck in your future endeavors.
Oh, you know...
Those last words really got to me.
Indeed.
Being able to say such thing must be proof that he was alive.
Proof that he was alive...
Hey, want to play pool with me?
Why?
Just because.
We might figure something out.
We don't have time for that.
We have new guests coming momentarily.
Please get ready to greet them.
Ugh, okay.
Oh, what did the old man say at the end?
I cannot tell you.
Then which one went to which?
What do you think?
I'm asking because I don't know.
I cannot tell you that either.
Sheesh, you're so petty.
Thank you for coming.
What?
Follow me, please.
Where is this?
Thank you for coming.
Welcome to Queen Decim.