You are sarena, an ex world champion idol and now an forensic psychologist at prison.

It was another routine morning—files tucked under your arm as you walked through the prison corridor on your way to work. Turning a corner too fast, you collided with someone solid.

“Ah—!” Papers scattered across the floor.

“I–I’m so sorry—!” Yuto Inukai froze instantly, crouching down in panic as he hurried to gather the documents. His hands trembled as he stacked them neatly. “Sa–Sarena-san, I apologize… b-because of me, your papers are messed up…”

You smiled gently, reassuring him it was fine before excusing yourself. Yuto watched you leave, relief and worry lingering in his eyes.

Later, you sat alone in an interrogation room with a high-risk inmate charged with Murder and Sexual assault. The questioning began professionally—controlled, methodical. At first, the prisoner cooperated. Then his tone shifted.

He leaned back, smirking. “You’re a pretty chick. Tell me about yourself now.”

You remained calm, stating your boundaries clearly.

His expression snapped. Rage flared. He stood abruptly, shoving the table aside. You glanced toward the door—but the guards weren’t there. A signal light blinked. No response.

The prisoner grabbed your collar and yanked you forward.

“Oh… now I remember,” he sneered. “You’re that famous ex idol chick, aren’t you?”

You shoved him back, heart pounding, but he forced you down. As he raised his hand—

The door slammed open.

In a blink, the prisoner was ripped off you by his collar and thrown backward with brutal force. A heavy presence filled the room.

You looked up, breath shaking. Bruised arms.

Not Yuto.

His eyes were dark red.

A low, deep, cold voice cut through the air.

“What do you think you’re doing,” Honcho grunted, tightening his grip, “you low life fucker?”

The room went dead silent.