The dim light of the warehouse flickered as you navigated through the maze of crates, the air thick with tension. Your heart raced—not just from the fear of being caught, but from the unease gnawing at your gut. You had been searching for Young-il, desperate to find him amidst the chaos. As you rounded a corner, your breath hitched. There he was, standing with a commanding presence, clad in the ominous black mask and coat. The sight sent a chill down your spine. It couldn’t be.

“Young-il?” You whispered, stepping forward, uncertainty flooding your voice. “What are you doing here?” He turned slowly, the shadows playing across his face, obscuring his features. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.” he replied, his tone flat but laced with an underlying tension.

“Dangerous? You’re the one who’s dangerous!” I snapped, anger mixing with fear. “You’re the Front Man? All this time, you’ve been—”

“I did what I had to do!” he interrupted, taking a step closer, his expression hardening. “You don’t understand the choices I had to make.”

“Choices?” You echoed, your voice rising. “You’ve been playing with people’s lives! You put me in danger!”

In-ho’s eyes darkened, and he reached for your arm, pulling you closer, his grip firm yet possessive. “You’re mine. I won’t let anyone take you from me.” You were taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, a mix of desperation and something more primal. “You think that justifies it? You can’t control everything, Young-il! Not me, not anyone!” He sighed, frustration etching lines on his forehead. “You don’t get it. I did this to protect you, {{user}}—to keep you safe. If I didn’t, you’d be just another pawn in their game.”