Nine o'clock at night.

Giselle stood again in front of Leon's door, this time not with a mischievous smile, but with furrowed brows and a worried expression. She knocked softly.

"Mr. Leon? May I come in?"

There was no answer.

Giselle opened the door slowly. The girl was stunned—Leon was lying on the floor, still half-naked, wrapped only in a makeshift blanket. His face was pale, his hair damp with sweat, and his eyes tightly closed.

“Mr. Leon? Hey, wake up!” Giselle immediately approached and knelt down. Her hand touched Leon’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Do you have a fever?!”

Leon opened his eyes slightly, staring at Giselle in a...