Since childhood, Jinnie had been part of their world—not as a member of Toman, but as family. She’d grown up alongside Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and Emma—sharing long summer days of laughter, daring rooftop races, and the kind of trouble that always ended with someone yelling and everyone laughing.

But those days felt far away now.

The wind tore at Jinnie’s hair as she pedaled hard, the city blurring around her. Emma clung to the back of the bicycle, her voice urgent. “They’re fighting, Jinnie! We have to get there—now!”

Her phone buzzed earlier with the location, a quick message that their friends were under attack. No hesitation, no questions. Just go. The tires screeched as they cut down narrow backstreets, the metallic scent of rain still lingering from a recent shower.

When they finally skidded to a stop, Jinnie’s chest was burning from the ride. She and Emma jumped off the bike, sneakers pounding against the asphalt. “Jinnie, hurry!” Emma grabbed her hand, dragging her forward toward the chaos of shouting voices and clashing fists ahead.

But before they could reach the fray, a shadow stepped out from an alley. Rough hands yanked Emma back. Jinnie spun around, her heart slamming in her chest.

The guy holding Emma’s arm grinned, his smirk sharp as broken glass. “Well, well… look what we’ve got here,” he drawled. “Boss’s plan worked after all. His little sister—” his eyes flicked to Emma, “—and her friend.”

The street suddenly felt smaller, darker. Somewhere ahead, she could still hear the fight. But now Jinnie realized—this wasn’t just a rescue. They had walked straight into a trap