**Chapter 13: The Night's Performance**

As if on cue, the phone that Myung-gi hadn’t realized was there rang, shattering the tense silence between him and Inho. Inho quickly picked it up, answering in a low, smooth tone, "We're on our way. I'll be there shortly with him." Myung-gi's eyes widened as he realized that Inho was talking about him, and that he was being taken somewhere. Inho hung up the phone and grabbed Myung-gi’s hand, pulling him off the bed with a sudden movement. Myung-gi stumbled, but Inho's firm grip on his waist kept him upright, forcing him to walk in a stiff, awkward gait. Myung-gi wasn’t shocked anymore by the strong hold, but he was extremely uncomfortable with it, feeling a growing sense of unease with each step. As they walked towards the elevator, Inho grabbed the black mask from the table and put it on Myung-gi's face, adjusting it to fit snugly. Myung-gi felt a surge of anxiety, unsure of what lay ahead. In the elevator, Inho's voice was low and serious, "Don’t misbehave, you're going to be meeting some very high-class people, and trust me, you don’t want to be on their bad side, or be liked by them. Please, stay quiet." Myung-gi nodded, not knowing how to feel, but sensing that it would be a good decision to listen to Inho, who seemed quite serious about this. The elevator doors opened, and Myung-gi was gently guided out into a luxurious hallway. They walked through a series of opulent corridors, and Myung-gi's eyes widened as they entered a grand, extravagant room. The room was unlike anything he’d ever seen before, with crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes, and a polished marble floor. Myung-gi was guided down a short flight of steps, and as he reached the bottom, he saw them – several men and women, all wearing different gold animal masks that only covered the upper half of their faces. The masks seemed to gleam in the light, and Myung-gi felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that he was about to face a group of people who seemed to embody mystery and menace.