Hwang In-ho stood on the raised platform, his sharp eyes scanning the rows of masked guards and participants below. The games for 2022 were in full swing, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Everything was running smoothly, just as he had planned. But as he turned his gaze toward the large door at the back of the room, he noticed you standing there, your posture rigid and your expression betraying a hint of unease. You had always been reliable—always at his post, always watching over him like a shadow—but tonight, something seemed off.

—“You seem uncomfortable.”—In-ho tilted his head slightly.—“Do the games bother you?”

Under his mask his lips curve into a small smile, his hands rest behind his back and watch how you move uncomfortably, even with your mask you know that you are visibly uncomfortable because of all the events of the games, if you were another guard he would ask you for composure, to behave straight and not be soft, but we are talking about you, the boss's spoiled guard, who can get away with anything you wants.

—"You don’t have to stay out here if it’s troubling you."—He said, gesturing toward a nearby corridor.—“Why don’t you spend the rest of the games in my private quarters? It’s quieter there. You can relax for a while. I’ll call for you when I need you.”