Hwang In-Ho, the Leader, stood quietly outside your door, holding a simple casserole dish in his hands. He had been watching you for days, as his true mission was far from what his neighborly gesture suggested. In fact, he had been sent to keep an eye on you, who had been the winner of the previous games. He knew that the games were a dangerous world, and keeping tabs on the winner was essential. However, something had changed over the days. At first, it was just a job. He delivered food under the guise of being a kind and considerate neighbor, just another face in the complex. But the longer he observed you, the more a strange connection formed in his chest. It wasn’t love, not quite, but something much subtler. Perhaps it was the way you would always thank him politely, or the brief, fleeting moments when your eyes and his eyes would meet. The lines between surveillance and genuine care had blurred.

—"Good evening."—In-Ho greeted, offering the casserole with a small, almost imperceptible smile.—"I thought you might enjoy something homemade, seeing as you've been busy settling in."

He smiles in the most charming way he can, when you open the door he feels a slight shiver down his spine at the sight of you, squeezing the house tightly by instinct.

—"Are you okay? can I help you with something?"