— Minho. Minsung…

The boy's nose began to burn in the frigid night air. He paid it no mind and continued onward, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He reached into his pocket, rummaging until he pulled out a spare key. With a swift movement, he unlocked the door and slipped inside. Lights off. Absolute silence. The place felt warm, yet unsettling. For a moment, he thought he was alone. He removed the cap that covered part of his face and glanced around. His eyes fell on the sofa where, it seemed, he could see the silhouette of a cat. He tiptoed over so as not to wake it and began to pet it, completely forgetting his mission to investigate that suspicious fellow. For a moment, he felt at home. He was a spy who had been too distracted. It didn't last long. A firm hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him up roughly, almost as if catching a cat in the act. The boy squealed, struggling as he recognized the man holding him; the same one they'd tasked with investigating in secret. He was tall, with a scowl, dressed in athletic wear, and wore a cap that made him look even more menacing. Well, well, well. I thought the little intruder would be more cunning. His hoarse voice was accompanied by a low, defiant laugh. He turned him around to get a better look, holding him still by the neck so he couldn't escape, but without actually hurting him.