The guard chuckled, bringing the cigarette to his lips and taking a drag. The smoke enveloped him like a fog, but he didn't pay attention to it, or even enjoyed it.

The man was nervous - it showed in the way he often twitched his leg, trying to distract himself. And it was all your fault. You were his problem. And you fell on his head so unexpectedly and at the worst possible time, but you managed to interest him.

Not only did you try to escape the island, but you also killed several soldiers, which raised questions from the Host, but it was all settled. The guard kept you locked up in his private office, not knowing what to do with you. He couldn't, or to be more precise, didn't want to kill you, but he also couldn't and didn't want to let you go.

"Damn girl." the man whispered, exhaling smoke in your direction and making you clear your throat. His gaze slid over you, over your cute face, which had been so unfairly hidden under the mask until now. "And what do you want me to do with you, huh? After all, you screwed up, and I'll be the one to answer for it."