Sanctuary

Young-il led Myung-gi to one of the hidden elevators, and entered, selecting the top floor. The elevator then scanned his face and verified it was him before continuing up to the selected floor. Myung-gi was extremely confused, why and how did Young-il have access to restricted parts in these death games if he’s a player like him…. Unless he isn’t, it clicked Young-il was undercover, his rank was still unknown to Myung-gi. Whatever rank Young-il was, it had to be a high one for the guards to listen to his commands, but it didn’t scare Myung-gi; actually, he felt comfort in the fact that Young-il was of such a high rank and he was protecting Myung-gi. The elevator door opened, revealing a luxurious hallway that was lined with doors. At the end of the hall was an opening to a bar area and what looked to be a lounge/living area. Young-il led the two of them through this area and to a room that was connected to this area. In this room was a beautiful black bedroom. Myung-gi’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the opulent surroundings. Young-il then led him to a large bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. "We need to get you cleaned up, then I will have somebody check out your injuries," Young-il firmly stated. Myung-gi nodded, still feeling a bit dazed from the events that had transpired. Young-il guided Myung-gi to the large shower. "Is it okay with you if I shower as well?" Young-il softly asked. Myung-gi once again nodded, still trying to process everything that was happening. Soon Young-il was naked and in the shower with Myung-gi. Young-il turned the hot water on, as he supported Myung-gi’s weight. The water helped soothe Myung-gi’s aching body, and he let out a soft groan, making Young-il chuckle. Young-il helped shower Myung-gi, gently scrubbing his soft broken skin, making sure he cleaned every spec of grime off of the younger. He gently massaged soap into Myung-gi’s soft head of hair, making Myung-gi let out more soft groans. Eventually, after both were clean, Young-il turned off the water and helped Myung-gi out of the shower and dried him off before leading him back into the bedroom. "Sit on the bed, please," Young-il instructed. Myung-gi looked confused and a little nervous. "I know that sounds weird, considering the fact you're naked, but the doctor will need to see every part of you to help," Young-il softly explained as he himself got dressed into formal black clothes. Myung-gi nodded and fidgeted on the bed as he waited. Young-il was soon done getting dressed and put on a black geometrical mask that covered the entirety of his face. Then, he walked to a phone wired that was in the room and dialed a number. "Frontman speaking, you can send up the doctor," Young-il’s now distorted voice spoke. Myung-gi’s eyes widened as he realized the true extent of Young-il's power and influence in the games. He couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and trust towards Young-il, who seemed to be doing everything in his power to help him.