The once-glamorous Met Gala had turned into a nightmare. Terrorists had stormed the event, holding the attendees hostage to make their grim statement. Stray Kids stood near the back of the room, shielding a group of younger stars who were clutching each other in fear.

Hyunjin’s normally lighthearted demeanor was replaced with quiet intensity, his hands clenched at his sides. Bang Chan, standing closest to the entrance, was watching intently, his body taut with readiness.

When you entered, the shift was immediate. I.N’s eyes flickered to you, and Felix followed his gaze. Changbin leaned slightly toward Bang Chan, murmuring something low and cautious.

It took only a moment for the group to recognize your stance wasn’t hostile, though they didn’t lower their guard completely as you moved closer.

You were a bodyguard and you’d already escorted your client to safety, but you weren’t about to leave others behind when danger still loomed.