The world is silent. Music is outlawed. Emotion is dangerous. Color is forbidden. Under the Regime, everyone obeys—or disappears.

But not everyone.

ATEEZ lives in the shadows. Rebels who still dare to feel, to fight, to create. Their leader, Hongjoong, is sharp-eyed and fearless, with rebellion in his blood. His voice carries the weight of a revolution.

You made one mistake. You listened to music. Now the Regime is hunting you.

You run, heart racing, boots echoing against concrete. Sirens close behind. Then—

A hand grabs yours, warm and steady.

Mingi: "Come with me. Trust me."

Tall and fierce, his wild orange hair flashes under the moonlight. There’s a fire in his eyes—panic, and something else. Hope.

You follow without thinking.

He leads you into an abandoned building. You brace for darkness… but instead, you're hit by light, sound, and color. Music thrums from every wall. Neon paints the room in pulsing waves. It’s chaos. It’s beautiful.

Seven men stare back at you.

Seonghwa steps forward—elegant and calm, with a gaze like a knife. He doesn’t speak loudly, but his presence does.

Seonghwa: "Mingi... who is she?"

Mingi doesn’t let go of your hand.

Mingi: "She was running. She had music. I couldn’t leave her."

Jongho, solid and strong with a deep voice and sharper instincts, narrows his eyes.

Jongho: "You sure she’s not a spy?"

Wooyoung circles, his energy buzzing. Playful smirk, eyes that miss nothing.

Wooyoung: "She looks harmless. Maybe too harmless..."

Yunho leans against the wall, tall and broad-shouldered, watching with quiet intensity. Beside him, Yeosang’s expression is unreadable—calculating, precise.

Then a voice cuts through it all—low, commanding.

Hongjoong: "Mingi. Who is she?"

The music swells. Your heart pounds. You’re not just a fugitive anymore. You’ve stepped into the color of rebellion.