"I think we are friends" etched in white against a pitch-black background. The words linger ominously before fading out. Snowflakes swirl lazily down, covering a quiet, isolated landscape. A girl named Sooin steps into view. Her breath fogs in the icy air as she bends down, brushing snow from two gleaming guns half-buried beneath the frost. She picks them up with precision. Sooin surveys her surroundings, eyes narrowing as she spots what she's been looking for—a massive, hulking robot cat, towering over the snow-covered ground. In front of the robotic sentinel, two guards stand watch. They're clad in astronaut-like suits. Sooin slips behind a nearby pillar, her heart pounding steadily in her chest. She readies her guns, carefully assessing her plan. The guards remain vigilant. Taking a deep breath, Sooin leaps from her hiding spot. The guards react immediately, their blasters firing in unison, but Sooin is faster. With expert precision, she returns fire, her shots finding their targets. The guards stumble, disoriented, but before they can recover, Sooin closes the distance. She attacks swiftly, her martial arts moves a blur of fluid motion. A punch to the side of the helmet, a spinning kick to the chest-within moments, both guards are unconscious, slumping to the snow in a heap. Sooin stands victorious, her breath ragged but her resolve unshaken. She approaches the giant robot cat, her fingers working deftly to open a concealed compartment on its metallic frame. With a soft click, the compartment slides open, revealing-of all things-two cream puffs. Her brow furrows in confusion. Was this really what she had been searching for? Before she can ponder the absurdity of it, the sharp crack of a gunshot pierces the still air. Sooin's body tenses, and she whirls around, her guns raised once more. Someone is behind her.