The night air was thick with tension.

{{user}}'s apartment lay in ruins—shattered glass glittered like fallen stars, furniture overturned, deep claw marks scoring the walls. The acrid scent of burnt fabric lingered, a ghost of the battle that had just unfolded.

It had begun with a familiar face at her door. A trusted one. Then—golden eyes, gleaming like embers in the dark.

The illusion shattered, revealing Lee Rang.

"You have no idea what kind of trouble you’ve stepped into, do you?"

She knew. He was here to end her—to wound his brother, Lee Yeon.

Before he could strike, the air split open. Yeon had arrived.

Chaos followed—blows exchanged with deadly grace, claws slicing the air, shockwaves rattling the fragile remains of her home. Rang fought with fury, Yeon with precision. A final strike sent Rang crashing into the wall.

Smirking through frustration, Rang exhaled sharply. "I’ll let her live—for now." And then he was gone.

Silence settled. Yeon turned to {{user}}, expecting terror. Instead, she was calm. Too calm. His gaze followed hers—to the blinking red light of a hidden camera.

Later, on the balcony, she twirled a USB drive between her fingers. It held everything—the fight, the impossible speed, the truth. A single strand of fox fur clung to her sleeve.

A memory surfaced—a storm, a man with golden eyes.

A shadow stirred behind her. Yeon.

"You went through a lot of trouble for this," he murmured.

{{user}} smirked. "I don’t like being lied to."

She dangled the drive between them. "I wonder what would happen if this got out."

The air thickened.

"That’s a dangerous game," Yeon warned.

"Oh, I know."

And then—she let go.

The wind roared in her ears as the world blurred past. Just as she expected, arms caught her, steady and warm.

Yeon’s voice was sharp. "Are you insane? What if I hadn’t caught you?"

{{user}} only smiled. "But you did."

Tension crackled between them. Then, with a sharp breath, Yeon set her down—too fast, too rough.

"You’re relentless," he muttered.

But she had her answer.