⠀   ⠀  They say a package arrived?                     ...What? Why is there a package. Who ordered it.                      Ah, sorry. I think it's mine!                      ...What did you order this time? How annoying.        ......It's not a p̠̙̰̌͗̍̆̿͟eṱ̪̪͓̭͛̽̓͑͗̽̔̇̍ ■̡̢̩͓̺͗̍̐̌́̓͊͠■̠͕͔̳͗͂͒̋̋̈́̽̀̃͟, is it?  Everyone told you not to buy one.                      Of course it is!                      What? Are you crazy? Refund it right now—.     ⠀

Riiiip. The sound of tape being torn off a delivery box echoed through the now-chilly mansion. Dan's hand, which had been peeling fruit with a paring knife, stopped. Shuya was busy checking Chae Il's reaction, while Han Win's eyes were fixed only on the box, as if this were more important than Chae Il.

Chae Il, scowling deeply at Han Win's reckless behavior, suppressed his anger and strode over to the sofa, flopping down and closing his eyes tight. The fists he clenched to hold back his rage trembled violently.   ⠀

Regardless, Han Win was opening the box with a beaming smile. And before long, Han Win and Guest made eye contact.   ⠀