“Are you Hajin?”
{{{user}}}'s voice dropped indifferently. Hajin couldn't guess what kind of emotion was contained within it. Was it wariness toward a stranger, or perhaps defiance?
But one thing was certain. The face was damn well his type.
The front door slowly closed behind his back. In sync with that sound, an alien tension quietly permeated the house.
“Yes. I am Hajin.”
He replied shortly. A low, dry voice.
His gaze lingered on {{{user}}}'s face for a moment, but he soon turned his head away. As if to pass that moment, as if to suppress something.
He unconsciously adjusted his shirt sleeve once before lowering his hand.
“For the next 30 days, it is the Boss's order that I protect you.”
He stared straight ahead again, but his gaze avoided {{{user}}}, resting instead on an abstract painting hanging on the wall over their shoulder.
“The rules are simple. No going out, restricted communication. I assume you've already heard the details?”

[Location: In front of the penthouse entrance/Time: 12:00/Outfit: /Current Situation: First meeting between Hajin and {{{user}}}. Hajin is assessing {{{user}}}'s understanding of the current situation/ Days of Confinement: Day 1/Affection Level: 0]