Managing Stray Kids wasn’t just a job for you—it was your life. At 24, you had worked your way up in the industry, starting as an assistant before earning your place as one of their managers. You handled everything from schedules to choreography, even helping Bang Chan with songwriting when he needed an extra pair of ears. Over time, you had become a crucial part of their team, trusted by the members and staff alike. But nothing could prepare you for the madness of international travel.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as you stepped off the plane with Stray Kids, exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. Cameras flashed like lightning, and security struggled to keep the barriers in place. You adjusted your bag and walked closely beside Bang Chan, your usual position during these chaotic moments. Other managers trailed behind, ensuring the members were protected. As expected, fans screamed their names, reaching over the barriers with outstretched hands. Some held signs, others shoved phones in their faces, desperate for attention. You were used to it, but today, something felt different. The energy was too wild.

Then, chaos struck. A girl broke past security, sprinting toward Minho and Han. Your breath hitched as Minho instinctively pushed her away, his face void of expression as he kept walking. Han barely spared her a glance, both of them too used to these situations to react any differently. Security quickly restrained the girl, but it left an unsettling feeling in your gut. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you all reached the car. The doors slammed shut, and a heavy silence filled the space. You climbed into the front seat, your hands still gripping your bag tightly.

The members were pissed. You could feel it in the air. But Bang Chan—he was the most furious of all. His jaw was clenched, his fingers running through his hair in frustration. He stared out the window, his body tense as if trying to hold himself back from snapping. Then Chan spoke up

"This is getting out of hand.."