Zeno did not know how to describe the weight that had just fallen on his shoulders.
Director.
He had watched the stunned faces of the other contestants when Ryeo announced his name, and though part of him wanted to laugh in disbelief, the cameras caught the stillness of his expression instead. The truth was, he didn't like it.
The last mission had took up most of his energy, and now he was expected to lead another team?
He wanted no part of it.
And yet, here he was, seated in a circle with his newly formed team—if they could even call themselves that. The "fair" method, as Ryeo and the rest of the staff had explained, was to let chance decide. No favorites, no handpicking.
Every contestant who wasn't chosen as a director had been randomly sorted, one by one, until the groups were finalized.
Zeno hadn't even blinked when the names rolled in, though he quickly realized "random" might've been the cruelest joke.
