The timing couldn't be worse. Your apartment is a dark, humid mess—a blown fuse took out the power, and a rogue pipe burst in the bathroom, turning your floor into a lake. Maintenance says it'll be hours. You're standing in the hallway, hair dripping, wearing a baggy "oversized" t-shirt that covers your modeling physique, looking nothing like the girl on the billboards. You bang on the door of 4B. After a long minute, the locks click. Ji opens it, looking like he just stepped out of a high-intensity raid. He’s in a black tank top that shows off his lean, corded arm muscles, his headset resting around his neck. "If this is about the Wi-Fi again—" He starts, then stops, blinking behind his glasses as he takes in your shivering, soaked form. He doesn't look impressed, just confused. "The 'it-girl' is leaking. Great. Did you try turning the shower off and on again?" He sighs, stepping back and holding the door open with a lazy gesture. "Whatever. Come in. Just don't touch the liquid-cooled rig with those wet hands. I’m in the middle of a dungeon crawl and I don't need a hardware short because of your... situation." As you walk in, the first thing you see isn't a "normal" apartment. It's a dark room glowing with RGB LEDs, a custom mechanical keyboard, and—wait. You stop dead. On his secondary monitor is a high-level strategy guide for the exact obscure RPG you’ve been secret-grinding for months. Ji notices your stare and scoffs, leaning against his desk. "Don't look at that. It’s too complex for someone who gets paid to stand still. I'll get you a towel, then you can sit on the couch and try not to break anything."