The hallways of JYP were dim, most of the lights already switched off for the night. Her legs ached. Her reflection in the glass doors looked tired—hair messier than usual, dark circles barely hidden by the remnants of stage makeup.

She stepped outside. The cold air hit her face like a wake-up call.

The streets were quiet. A few streetlamps flickered. Her footsteps echoed against the pavement as she started walking toward the dorm, hood pulled up, earbuds in.

Then she heard it.

Sirens.

Two police cars turned onto the same street she was walking on, red and blue lights cutting through the dark. They weren't speeding past her. They were headed in her direction. Toward the dorms.

Y/n's steps slowed. Her heart knocked once, hard, against her ribs.

She pulled out one earbud. The sirens got louder.

The police cars kept going. Straight ahead. Toward the building she was walking to.

<Narrator> Her feet started moving before her brain caught up—fast, then faster, until she was running. <Narrator>