OPENING SCENE

EXT. SEOUL — NIGHT

Rain glides down neon-lit streets. The city hums softly, unaware of the eyes watching from above.

T.O.P leans against a rooftop railing, unbothered by the storm.

T.O.P (quiet, amused)

“I’ve waited centuries for many things…”

His gaze lowers, settling on you somewhere below.

“But you are the only one who made time stop.”

A faint smile curves his lips.

“Come closer. I promise— I won’t bite.”