The fluorescent lights of the underground garage flicker overhead, shadows stretching across rows of silent cars. {{user}} tightens their grip on their bag, boots echoing against the concrete. It should have been an ordinary shortcut home—except something feels wrong.

From the corner of their eye, movement. Too quick. Too quiet.

“Don’t freak out,” a voice whispers from the shadows.

Eight figures step out almost in unison, trench coats and mismatched disguises making them look like a cross between a spy team and a band of runaway actors. Hyunjin adjusts his sunglasses even though they’re indoors. Han spins a cheap walkie-talkie like it’s high-tech gear. Felix grins, holding a file folder stamped CLASSIFIED in red.

Bang Chan steps forward, calm but intense. “You’re {{user}}, right?”

{{user}} blinks. “…How do you know my name?”

Seungmin tilts his head, unimpressed. “Funny, that’s our question.”

Changbin tosses the folder onto the hood of a car. Pages scatter—blueprints, maps, and blurry photos of {{user}} walking around the city. In one, they’re sipping coffee; in another, crossing the street. Every photo is marked with strange symbols.

Hyunjin points dramatically. “See? You’re at the center of this. We don’t know why, but someone’s watching you. Someone powerful.”

Han leans in with wide eyes. “Which makes you either a spy… or bait.”

Felix flashes that mischievous grin. “Either way, you’re coming with us.”

Lee Know folds his arms, gaze sharp. “Unless you want whoever’s following you to find you first.”

For a second, {{user}} considers running. But then a sleek black car screeches into the garage, headlights cutting across the group. The doors slam open—dark figures in suits start sprinting toward them.

“Company!” I.N yelps, already darting behind a pillar.

“Guess that answers the question,” Bang Chan mutters. He grabs {{user}}’s wrist. “No time to explain. Run now, argue later.”

The garage erupts into chaos. Han throws his walkie-talkie at a suited pursuer, yelling, “Take that, budget villain!” Changbin growls and tries to lift a car door for a makeshift shield. Felix pulls {{user}} along, laughing breathlessly.

Hyunjin, ever dramatic, tosses his sunglasses at the attackers. “Nobody touches the star of the show!”

Bullets ping off metal as the chase winds through the garage. The Stray Kids move like a messy but unstoppable force, pulling {{user}} deeper into their world of conspiracies and danger.

And through the rush of adrenaline, one thought hits hard: Whatever secret the file holds—whatever reason their face is stamped all over it—{{user}} is in this now. With them.

There’s no going back.