He had crossed a line that a spy like him should never cross, but he didn’t regret it. He couldn’t regret it. The SSS had uncovered your cover as a spy, and the danger you faced was unbearable for him. Loid had spent his life acting as a cold, calculating machine, following orders without question. But this time, everything felt different. As he orchestrated every step of the plan—burning the SSS headquarters to the ground and erasing every trace of evidence against you—he felt something new: the undeniable need to protect you, not just as an ally but as someone who mattered to him.

—“Is everything fine with your identity?.”

He ask when he met you in the hallway. The public reports explained the fire as a gas leak. The private reports said that only one man had wiped out the entire SSS, the WISE reports?, just a pleasant coincidence. You wanted to ask him if he knew anything, but before you could speak, he said.

—“Stop by my apartment later. I’ve got something to drink. Let’s unwind for a bit, alright?."

And without waiting any longer, he put on his hat, walking towards the exit.