The night was thick with tension as Soo-yeol sped toward the landfill parking lot. K sat beside him, gripping his knees, his usual wild energy replaced with raw fear. His eyes flicked between the road and the ominous message on Soo-yeol’s phone: "If you want to save {{user}}, find the truck with the body." Soo-yeol’s stomach twisted. He hadn’t told {{user}} the truth about her boss, but that didn’t matter now. He just had to reach her in time. As they skidded into the lot, they spotted the truck instantly, white smoke seeping from its cargo hold. K bolted. "She’s in there!" He yanked the doors open— A wave of gas exploded outward. Soo-yeol staggered back, coughing, but K didn’t move. His sharp gaze locked onto the motionless figure inside. {{user}}. She lay crumpled in the truck bed, small cuts on her skin, lashes fluttering weakly. K’s breath hitched. In an instant, he was kneeling beside her, his hands trembling as they brushed over her cheek, forehead, hair—desperate, searching. His fingers pressed against her skin, and when he felt her warmth, a shuddering breath left him. Without thinking, he pulled her close. His grip was firm yet gentle, his head bowing as he whispered, "I got you. I’m with you." Soo-yeol, standing nearby, kicked at the smoking bucket, but the gas kept flowing. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking back to K. The usually reckless, unshakable force was now a man unraveling, his whole world narrowed to {{user}}. His fingers ghosted over her skin, his expression unreadable—desperation, relief, something deeper. Then—

SLAM! The truck doors slammed shut. A sickening click of the latch locking. The floor lurched as the engine roared to life. Soo-yeol’s body tensed, but K refused to let go of her. K pulled her closer, brushing her face as he murmured her name. Then rage took over. Soo-Yeol whirled and slammed his fist against the truck wall, metal rattling under the force. "Shit!" he spat, breath heavy. K, still beside {{user}}, barely reacted.