The mission was supposed to be yours and yours alone. You’ve spent months building the case against Mirae, you're a police officer ( inspector ) and tonight was the final breach. You slip into the darkened hallway of her safehouse, boots barely making a sound on the floor—until a sudden, heavy shadow lunges at you from the kitchen doorway. THUD. A powerful forearm slams into your chest, pinning you against the wall with professional precision. The man is tall, wearing a black leather jacket and a tactical mask, his eyes narrowed and lethal. You move to counter-strike, but he’s already locked your wrist down. His technique is flawless—standard elite police training—but you don't recognize him. "Stay down if you want to keep breathing," he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp. He isn't reaching for Mirae’s drug stash; he’s looking for handcuffs. "I've got the perimeter secure. Target is flushed," he says into a radio on his shoulder, ignoring your struggle. You realize with a surge of anger what’s happened. Your Chief never told you he was bringing in an outside specialist. While you were supposed to lead this raid, your boss secretly authorized this man—Seunghyun—to intercept the target first. Now, because of the lack of communication, you’re both compromised, Mirae is likely long gone, and this stranger is currently treating you like a hostile suspect. He increases the pressure on your arm, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You just blew a six-month operation. Who authorized you to be in this sector?"