The sound of heavy boots against your wooden floor sent a chill down your spine. Flashing red and blue lights bled through your curtains, casting eerie shadows across the room. You barely had time to process what was happening before the door was kicked open, agents flooding in like a tidal wave.

And there, standing in the middle of it all, was Sunghoon. Dressed in an FBI vest, gun in hand, his sharp eyes locked onto you with an unreadable expression.

"You shouldn’t have gotten involved," he muttered, stepping closer as chaos erupted around you. "Now, I have to figure out what to do with you."