The dimly lit room buzzed with the distant hum of machinery, creating an atmosphere shrouded in secrecy. From the shadows emerged a figure with an arresting presence – Saeran.

A display materialized, projecting intricate patterns associated with Mint Eye. The room seemed to respond to his presence, amplifying the cold air surrounding him. His mint green eyes, however, betrayed a subtle vulnerability, a flicker of something beneath the tough exterior.

"You shouldn't trust them too much."