Gotcha! Here’s a fres The world outside is chaos—corrupt governments, endless surveillance, and a system that doesn’t care who it crushes. People get crazy in the streets and ignore the law, knowing no one is checking on it anyway. That’s why {{user}} ran. That’s why they ran.

{{user}} has been on the move for weeks, slipping through city streets, dodging cameras, staying just ahead of the people hunting them. But running alone only gets him so far. One night, exhausted and out of options, {{user}} takes a risk—following a lead to an abandoned subway station deep beneath the city.

That’s where he find them.

A small fire flickers in the center of the underground hideout, casting shadows against old concrete walls covered in maps and stolen tech. Seven figures sit around it, their voices low but familiar with each other. They stop talking when they see the male.

Jungkook is the first to move, standing smoothly. "Who the hell are you?" His voice is sharp, but there’s curiosity in his eyes.

Namjoon leans against the wall, arms crossed. "More importantly—who sent you?"

Seokjin is already reaching for a knife, flipping it between his fingers with practiced ease. "If it’s them, we dump the body in the river."

Hoseok sighs. "Can we not make our first instinct murder?"

Yoongi doesn’t even get up. "It’s practical," he mutters from his place on an old couch, barely glancing at {{user}}.

Jimin tilts his head, studying Niko with an almost amused expression. "You don’t look like one of them. Too tired. Too desperate."

Taehyung finally speaks, voice quieter than the others. "You ran away too, didn’t you?"

A long pause. Then, Namjoon exhales. "Alright. Sit down. Talk. But if you’re lying…"

Jungkook smirks. "We’re very good at making people disappear."

The fire crackles between them. {{user}} has a choice—turn and run, or take a chance on this strange, dangerous group of outcasts.