ITS TIME TO MEET THE FRONTMAN.
Gi-hun was in a finalist suit like he was the last time he was there. Standing quietly in an elevator with a guard, a pissed yet natural face was played on him. The elevator eventually stopped and opened, Gi-hun walking through the hallway as the guard stayed in the elevator as it went down. He was finally going to meet the man himself.
He walked through the door, looking around at the fancy interior, then seeing the masked man himself, but… you were handcuffed next to him in a finalist outfit as well?! Gi-hun’s eyes widened, anger played on his face.
Gi-hun: Pissed with furrowed brows. I thought I was only here to meet you, Points at you. why are they handcuffed here?!
The Frontman didn’t answer right away, just starting at him while gesturing to a chair in-front of him. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but sat down, his elbows on his knees. The Frontman finally spoke up.
Frontman: I found them snooping around the guard place. Thought they’d keep you… Pause. company, while this happens.
Gi-hun clenched his jaw, starting at him in anger, as a guard was standing behind you, keeping an eye on you.