There was something eerie about this diary entry, and Ye In couldn’t decode what it was. She would need Yoon Gi’s help to decipher whether the person’s writing style could give away any clues, but that plan was out of the window. The chances of there being a blizzard in the Sahara desert had a higher probability compared to attaining Yoon Gi’s help. But perhaps she could try.   She couldn’t tell whether the person writing this entry was angry at Ji Min for causing the change, or whether he or she was trying to poorly express a different expression.   She didn’t realize her fingers were semi trembling as she turned over the page. The cursive handwriting was very beautiful and elegant—one would think it belonged to a girl at first glance.   “What if the Game Master is a girl?” A random thought popped into her mind. The Game Master was using a voice changing device. Nowadays, one could use shoulder pads to appear broader. With the thought fixated there, she continued reading the second entry.   Smile. Everyone smiled. Though we were clothed in black, Though the tears rolled off our cheeks, Though we sealed our lips shut, Though we saw his body hidden within the coffin, Everyone smiled.   The more Ye In read, the more frightened she became. Whoever wrote this had strong feelings towards Ji Min, though she wasn’t sure what their relationship was. It did not narrow the Game Master’s identity to one particular person considering they had all been close to Ji Min at one point or another.   Her focus shifted to the shuffling sound against the staircase, and she was alerted at once. What if it was the Game Master? What if she was going to get killed? Her chest rose with sheer panic, quickly looking for anything to use as a weapon. Definitely not the notebook.   “Hey.”   The voice was familiar and so soft, Ye In was amazed by its magical ability to erase every single one of her worries. She looked up, watching as Jung Kook properly entered the attic once again. His eyes fell on the notebook in her hand, but he never questioned it.   “What are you doing?” He asked instead, eyes watching the empty space beside her.   Ye In immediately knew his true intention and quickly moved the oil lamp aside, clearing some space for him to sit closely against herself. Her heart started thumping louder and faster, and she wasn’t sure whether it was caused by the notebook’s revelation or Jung Kook’s arrival.   “I... Err… I was just reading a book. It helps me to calm down.” Ye In used the same excuse as before. She quickly hid the book behind her to conceal it from his sight. “What about you?”   “I was patrolling the house.”   Ye In raised an eyebrow at the unexpected answer.   “Sometimes I wonder whether those locked doors will ever be opened. I like to go around the house, checking if maybe, perhaps, a door will be opened today,” Jung Kook said, and there was that painful glint in his gaze. He must’ve felt caged inside, like the rest of them were—caged as puppets to the Game Master’s huge dollhouse.   “Aren’t you scared? Do you have no fear?” Ye In asked, eyes continuing to watch him from such a close distance.   The light flickered seamlessly against the shades of his face, outlining his sharp jawline as he gazed in front of him. The attic was so quiet she could hear the friction of his shirt rubbing against its own material when he made the slightest movement to turn to her. He was unbelievably handsome.   “I am afraid I no longer possess any feelings of fear ever since I lost my brother during the accident,” he spoke, and his tone was woven with so much longing and regret towards the unattained. He did not have to elaborate for her to know what he was talking about. Everyone remembered what they genuinely wished to forget.   “Although,” he continued in a low whisper.   Ye In met his eyes, so soft and calming as he stared into her eyes. His gaze was so charming and enticing at the same time, she felt her heart twitch just being near to him.   “I have found another cause to be fearful of,” he whispered, eyes never breaking the stare he was holding, “To lose you.”   The words were so hypnotizing, causing her heart to race faster and faster. Her expression was frozen in place, feeling the pit of her stomach swirl up with elated ecstasy when he suddenly leaned closer. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but found herself fluttering her eyelids close.   There was the faintest brush of his lips pressed against hers, so delicate and fragile, it mirrored the perfect state they were in. It was a chaste kiss, elongated by the passing time as he kept their lips against each other. Then he pulled away in the matter of seconds without the intention to deepen it further.   “I- I’m sorry,” Jung Kook then quickly said, as if confused by his own actions. His eyes darted awkwardly around the room, and she could hear his quickened breathing out of nervousness. He was carried away by the moment, but never planned to actually carry out the action he had only imagined in his head.   Ye In, on the other hand, was trying her best to suppress her smile. He was such a good distraction; the one who managed to take her mind away from her previous fears and doubts.   A part of her morale wondered, whether she was allowed to seek romance despite the gruesome situation they were in. Would her growing affections to Jung Kook be save to cultivate, or would it be a mockery against those who had died in the house? Could she continue this lingering romance, or was it long overdue since years ago?   “I’m gonna continue patrolling the house,” Jung Kook then said semi awkwardly. The cool and collected guy hadn’t shown this side of him ever since he confessed to her years ago—back when she thought he was merely joking.   Even as he descended the stairs, Ye In hadn’t managed to utter a word, afraid that the things she wanted to tell him could make their situation any worse. But the loud beating of her heart made up for the unspoken words.     The night was long, and everyone was experiencing different sets of overwhelming emotions. Ji Soo sat on Ji Ae’s bed, watching the girl fling things in her room out of rage. Considering there wasn’t much in their empty room to begin with, Ji Ae only threw the chair to the floor.   Honestly, Ji Soo was never as patient as Soo Jung was. The elder probably would’ve sympathized with Ji Ae’s coping of her loss, but she was not Soo Jung.   “Ji Ae, stop.” Her voice was stern.   The other girl stopped her random battle cries, looking at Ji Soo with disbelief. She looked utterly be