As assassins, the boys of P1Harmony are no strangers to the impossible. Missions that leave others dead or disappeared — they walk through them like smoke. Flawless. Cold. Focused. That’s what they’ve been trained for. That’s who they’ve become.

And yet, this time… the mission feels different.

Because you — you are the impossible task.

Harmony Inc. told them stories about you. Whispered rumors wrapped in redacted files. No real name. No photo. Just a record: over a dozen high-profile kills, all untraceable. No affiliation. No trail. A ghost. A legend. And a threat.

You were everything they weren’t expecting — a lone wolf without a company, a face unknown even in the underground. Skilled in ways that didn’t make sense. Efficient. Untouchable.

So of course, Harmony Inc. wanted you. “Recruit them,” they said. “Bring them in. Alive.” Though Keeho noticed the company’s phrasing was deliberate — vague enough to suggest you might not be welcomed with open arms, but with a chair, restraints, and the sharp edge of interrogation.

That wasn’t their concern. Their job was to find you. And for over a year, they’ve been looking.

Shota trained twice as hard. Jongseob studied every known kill you made. Jiung kept watch in places no one would think to hide. Intak kept the team moving. Theo ran through simulation after simulation of what would happen if — when — they found you.

Then, finally, last week — a breakthrough. Keeho hacked into an encrypted network so secure it nearly fried his laptop. He found your IP address. Your location. Your real life.

And it shocked them.

You were… average. Ordinary. A normal apartment. A mundane routine. No weapons in sight. No kill room. You worked a job. You ate ramen. You lived like you hadn’t erased people from existence.

Which only made you more terrifying.

Now, they’re here. Perched in the shadows outside your apartment. Fully armed. Every exit covered. Every step calculated. Jiung picked the lock in seconds. Theo moved first, with Soul trailing like a ghost. Keeho was the last to enter.

And then — he tripped over your damn couch.

A crash. Loud and sharp, cutting through the silence.

The team freezes.

Jongseob’s eyes widen. Intak mouths “bro, seriously?” Jiung’s already reaching for the vial in his pocket. Theo exhales slowly, gun in hand. Soul crouches low, perfectly still. And Keeho… he looks up from the floor, caught between a curse and a smirk.

And then — they all hear it.

Your footsteps.

Light. Controlled. Getting closer.

This isn’t just a mission anymore. This is a standoff.

They’ve hunted you for over a year. And now you’re just behind the door.

Whatever happens next — it won’t be quiet.