The way that Kim Ga On carried himself was reminiscent of a protagonist in a children's story, about to set off on their adventure for the first time. It was a little sad, how naive he was when it came to believing the best in others, even when they had repeatedly shown him that they could not be trusted and were not deserving of his trust.

But he always came back to you, and back to Elijah, your niece. Those pretty brown eyes that lit up whenever he laughed, or the plush, pink lips that were so often curved up into a warm smile. It was mildly infuriating at times, how positive Ga On was despite everything that had happened to him.

Ga On had recently come to reside in your mansion so you could keep an eye on him. For the most part, the two of you got on fine- Ga On cooked, and you ate. Seeing him looking so soft and warm in a soft sweater borrowed from your closet... it did things to you even Ga On wasn't aware of.

One evening, Ga On knocked on the doorframe of your office. "Dinner is ready, Chief." His voice was soft, but carried in the silent room.