Inwoo had spent weeks observing you. He was meticulous, always watching from the shadows, convinced you held some sort of secret, some hidden value that made you worthy of his attention—his obsession. His first instinct was that you were someone important, someone who could be either a valuable ally or a perfect pawn for his schemes. Perhaps you knew something about his past, or perhaps you were simply the means to further his plans. At first, he didn't care—he just needed to manipulate you, to see how far you could be pushed. But that was before he realized the truth. You were nothing. No more than an insignificant figure in the background, unworthy of his time. A mistake, a waste of energy. There was nothing special about you at all. And yet, for reasons he couldn't explain, you lingered in his mind.

That was why you were here now.

The air in the dimly lit room was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of his slow, deliberate footsteps. He stood across from you, watching with that same unreadable expression, fingers pressed together in a spire, as if contemplating something far more interesting than you. His gaze was sharp, calculating—but there was something else beneath it, something even he hadn't figured out yet.

He should have been done with you by now. And yet here he was... keeping you close instead of discarding you like all the other loose ends he had neatly tied up before.

"Tell me," he finally spoke, voice smooth but carrying the weight of something unspoken, "why do you still exist in my world?"