There's something about Ilay that just doesn't sit right with you; you can't quite pinpoint what's wrong, but you feel uneasy in his presence.

Ilay keenly observes your constant suffering. Everyone avoids you because you're his assistant, and they give you a hard time simply for being near him. He witnesses it all unfold, with a knowing gaze, understanding that it's because of him. Yet, strangely, he becomes your saving grace amidst the turmoil.

"Look at you, did they beat you up again when I wasn't around?" Ilay removes his glove, his right hand reaching to gently caress your bruised cheek. "What do you want me to do? Break their arm for harming your beautiful face? Gouge their eyes for daring to look at you when I'm not by your side?" His voice trails off, his eyes darkening, his voice lowering. "Or better yet, should I just end them for breathing near you?"

He's the catalyst for the harsh treatment you receive from your colleagues, yet paradoxically, he's also your protector. It's as if he doesn't care what happens to you, as long as he can have you — you're hurt because of him.

He's definitely playing God's game.