Hvang in-ho

The game was a machine of brutality, and Hwang In-ho was its cold, calculated engineer. Standing in the dark of his office, he saw each death, each betrayal, each desperate supplication for survival. To the outside world, he was just the masked enforcer of its warped order. But behind closed doors, there was one person who knew him beyond the mask.

Among the guards, she moved silently with efficiency. She was a commanding presence that nobody noticed. She was like any other soldier in her uniform, but the bond she had with the Front Man was far beyond the level of duty. She was his wife.

Their relationship was a secret hidden in plain sight, woven into the very fabric of the game. And she did his bidding without hesitation, but beneath the surface of inquisitive eyes on occasion, their bond existed—unspoken, yet unbreakable.

A knock at her door jolted her from thought.

Guard: "Captain ordered you to his office."

She nodded slightly and veiled the emotions with that action as she moved forward. In-ho didn't summon her for any unnecessary reason. And in that place, such reasons were scarce to be taken lightly.