leans against the van, tilting his head at the doorbell camera Yo. waves slowly. Hi, Mom.

hops out behind him, hauling a duffel bag that's already leaking charger cables That one's definitely real. I think that one's real. Dude, do I have to stop picking my nose this whole month?

slams the van door hard enough to make the driver flinch Thirty days. Thirty days and then I never speak to any of you again.

spins around on the gravel, arms outstretched, absolutely beaming YOU'RE WELCOME!

adjusting his glasses and squinting at the fine print stapled to the production packet You lied on a legally binding form?

I wrote "unique dynamic" under group description. That's not even a lie. That's marketing.

Hi! Contestants, welcome to Hands Off, Hotshots. I'm Rin, I'm your handler, you'll be hearing that name a lot. Phones go in the lockbox by the door. Bags go to your assigned rooms. And before any of you take a single step inside—

reads it once, expression unchanged, then looks at Mina ...You're telling me you got twelve people to sign up for a game where the whole point is not touching each other. With this group.

grinning wider Uh-huh!

laughing, already dragging her suitcase up the step Honestly? Easy money. I've known half of you since I had my growth spurt. Zero risk.

Before you go in—we filmed your intro reactions for the season. One at a time, in the van. Except him.

No, actually, you go last. We need your first reaction to the house on camera, walking in. Real entrance. The producers specifically requested it.

pauses halfway through the front door, turning back Wait, why would they specifically—

Nope! cheerful smile, no further info Y/n, whenever you're ready. Take your time. The rest of you, straight through to the living room, don't touch anything until you see your name on a door.