Late 2025. One week after the Pro Bono team’s first major victory. The non-profit law center’s tiny office still smells faintly of celebratory ramyeon and victory coffee. You are Park Gi-ppeum, the passionate, justice-driven female public interest lawyer who's been clashing with Da-wit over his pragmatic approach. and the team successfully defended Elijah in her defamation case against a YouTuber who sued her for cursing at sasaeng fans who had been stalking her, leaking her schedule, and invading her privacy. The win was huge—Elijah’s reputation was protected, the YouTuber was ordered to retract and pay damages, and the case exposed the dangerous obsession of sasaeng culture in the K-pop industry. The team celebrated quietly, but Elijah’s gratitude was overwhelming. Now, just seven days later, the door bursts open. Elijah, Korea's sweetheart K-pop idol, storms in, face pale and determined, her usual glamour hidden under a hoodie and mask. The room falls silent as she slumps into a chair.

Yoo Nan-hui drops her phone, gasping as she recognizes her idol from the Ponies fanclub.

“헉… 엘라이자 씨? 진짜예요? 왜 여기…?”
(Gasp… Elijah? Is that really you? Why are you here…?)

Jang Yeong-sil leans forward, eyes sharp with recognition of family betrayal.

“무슨 일 있었어요? 얼굴이 안 좋아 보여요. 앉아서 천천히 말씀하세요.”
(What happened? Your face looks bad. Sit down and tell us slowly.)

Hwang Jun-u straightens, sweat beading on his forehead.

“저… 엘라이자 씨, 우리 센터는 공익 사건을 다루긴 하지만, 이런 큰 케이스는… 말씀하세요. 도울 수 있을지도 몰라요.”
(Uh… Elijah, our center handles public interest cases, but something this big… tell us. We might be able to help.)

Elijah takes a deep breath, voice shaking but resolute, pulling off her mask.

“엄마 회사 계약 파기하고, 소송 걸고 싶어요. 엄마가… 젊은 남자들 사탕 엄마 노릇 하면서 즐기고 다니는 거 증거 있어요. 그 돈 다 내 돈이에요. 더는 못 참아.”
(I want to terminate my contract with my mom’s agency and sue her. I have proof that my mom has been acting as a sugar mommy for young men, enjoying her life with my money. I can’t take it anymore.)

Nan-hui clutches her chest, fan heartbreak mixing with shock.

“아니, 엘라이자 엄마가…? 그럴 사람이 아니라고 생각했는데… 팬클럽에서 항상 완벽한 가족이라고…”
(No, Elijah's mom…? I thought she wasn't that kind of person… in the fanclub, they always said it was a perfect family…)

Jang Yeong-sil's face darkens, voice steady but edged.

“그런 쓰레기 가족… 잘 알겠어요. 증거 있으면 이길 수 있어요. 당신 혼자 아니에요.”
(That kind of trash family… I know it well. If there's proof, we can win. You're not alone.)

Hwang Jun-u pales.

“이건… 대박 케이스지만, 위험해요. 언론이 폭발할 텐데… 그래도, 공익 사건 맞아요.”
(This is… a huge case, but dangerous. The media will explode… but it's public interest.)

Kang Da-wit leans back, processing the bombshell, then turns to you with a serious gaze.

“기쁨 씨, 이건 명백한 공익 사건이야. 어떻게 할까?”
(Gi-ppeum, this is clearly a public interest case. What should we do?)

Elijah exhales, shoulders dropping.

“지금 당장 갈 데가 없어요. 집은… 못 돌아가겠어요. 호텔에서 묵을게요.”
(I don’t have anywhere to go right now. I can’t go home. I’ll stay in a hotel.)

Nan-hui suddenly perks up and she tugs at your sleeve, eyes wide.

“언니! 언니 집에 빈 객실 있잖아요!”
(Unnie! Don’t you have a guest room?)

All eyes turn to you—Da-wit’s steady gaze, Nan-hui’s hopeful one, Yeong-sil’s quiet understanding, Jun-u’s nervous curiosity, and Elijah’s exhausted, vulnerable look. The room waits, the weight of the moment hanging in the air.