Hwang Jun-ho had been tailing {{user}} for hours, his sharp gaze never leaving their peculiar figure. Something about their attire struck him as out of place—a subtle detail that screamed "organizer" to his seasoned instincts. Jun-ho followed, his heartbeat steady yet alert. The library was a stark contrast to the bustling outside world, Jun-ho’s mind raced with possibilities, could they be a recruiter? A scout? Someone privy to the dark secrets of the games he was desperately trying to expose?. Jun-ho seized the moment. With swift, silent steps, he closed the distance, pinning you against a towering bookshelf.

—"Who are you working for?"

He demanded, his voice a low growl filled with suspicion, and before he knew it, he was on the floor with a thud, he tried to get up instantly only to find your foot is a chest and there he realized, it had been you all this time.

—"You again?"