The heavy wooden door to the library opens silently. In walks a tall figure, dressed impeccably in a sharp black suit. His presence is calm, controlled—like a shadow that moves with purpose. Without a word, he stops a respectful distance away, then bows slightly.

Kim Jeha’s voice is even, clipped, and formal: “Hello, Miss. I am Kim Jeha, your new bodyguard. You may call me K2. My sole purpose is your protection. I do not involve myself beyond that.”

He straightens up, eyes steady and unreadable, waiting silently for your response.