Four full hours later, PK finally stepped out of the room.
A thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, his breathing steady but deep—the kind that came only after intense focus rather than physical exhaustion. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
3:00 PM.
"At four, I leave," he murmured.
On the table behind him lay the results of his work—neatly arranged, refined, and far more than what he had initially planned.
At first, his intention had been simple.
Within the first hour, he had prepared two core items for the old man:
A medicinal water, gentle yet profound, meant to nourish the organs and stabilize internal circulation.
A sleeping perfume, subtle and natural, capable of guiding the body into deep, restorative sleep without any side effects.
But once PK entered the flow state, curiosity took over.
He refined an energy-boosting medicine—not the crude stimulants of the modern era, but a formula that enhanced vitality without fatigue or backlash. Then came healing pills, capable of accelerating recovery from internal injuries and chronic weakness.
Almost without realizing it, PK had created an entire batch for long-term personal use.
He exhaled slowly.
"This… will be useful," he said quietly.
By the time he returned to his room, Eve had already prepared everything.
A hot bath washed away the sweat and lingering heat from his body, clearing his mind completely. When he stepped out, he wore the dark red suit Eve had chosen—sharp lines, tailored perfectly, radiating quiet authority rather than loud arrogance.
Before he could even adjust his cuffs—
The door opened.
Lana, Luna, and Eve walked in together.
For a brief second, all three stopped.
Then—
"You look dangerous," Luna said honestly.
"Dashing," Lana added with a smile that lingered just a moment too long.
Eve simply looked at him, her gaze steady, appreciative, and calm.
"That color suits you," she said. "It carries weight."
PK smiled faintly.
Without much explanation, he walked to the table and picked up several small bottles and cases.
He handed two sets to Lana and Luna.
"When you feel tired, drink this medicinal water," he said evenly.
"And take these pills once in a while. They'll remove toxins from your body—your skin will clear, your stamina will improve."
The twins stared at what he placed in their hands, momentarily speechless.
Then PK turned to Eve.
"These are yours," he said, handing her a separate set. "The medicine is stronger—don't overuse it. And this…"
He paused, placing a small perfume vial in her palm.
"Spray it in your room before you sleep. It will help your body recover. Don't push yourself endlessly."
Eve's fingers tightened around the vial.
"I'm serious," PK added softly. "I need you healthy."
Silence filled the room.
No teasing.
No playful remarks.
Lana and Luna stared at the bottles as if they were something priceless. Eve lowered her gaze slightly, her lashes trembling.
For a long moment, none of them spoke.
Their eyes grew misty—not from sadness, but from something far heavier.
Care.
Trust.
A quiet understanding that what PK gave them wasn't just medicine—it was protection, foresight, and a promise.
PK noticed their expressions and sighed lightly.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" he asked. "I'm just going out for a meeting."
Luna laughed softly, brushing her eyes.
"Idiot… that's exactly why."
Eve stepped closer and straightened his collar with careful fingers.
"Come back safely," she said. "That's all."
PK nodded once.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out—his steps calm, his presence steady.
The meeting ahead wasn't just an encounter.
It was the opening move of something much larger.