Nari's hands trembled as she yanked her arm free from Minho's grasp, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Give me one good reason to trust you!" she demanded, her voice laced with anger and fear.

Minho's expression remained calm, but the urgency in his tone cut through the air like a blade. "Think, Nari. Why do you think they're after you now? Why are they pulling the trigger on all their cards?"

The sound of distant gunfire echoed through the walls, a sharp reminder of the danger closing in. Nari's breath quickened, her voice trembling as she shouted, "I don't know! Just tell me already!"

Minho leaned closer, his gaze piercing. "Because if you find your family, the truth comes out. And the truth, Nari," he said, his voice low and ominous, "is a weapon they can't afford to lose."

Nari froze, her mind spiraling with confusion. Family? Truth? The weight of his words was suffocating, but she couldn't dwell on them for long. The door creaked open, and Harry, one of the facility workers, stepped inside. His cheerful demeanor was a jarring contrast to the chaos erupting outside.

"Harry!" Nari called out, her voice cracking as hope flickered in her chest. "I'm planning to meet my family."

Harry's face lit up with a bright, seemingly genuine smile. "Oh, honey, that's wonderful! I hope you find them," he said warmly, stepping closer. But there was something off—something cold that lingered in his eyes despite his smile.

Minho tensed, his body positioning itself between Nari and Harry. The atmosphere thickened as silence stretched between them.

Harry's grin didn't falter, but his tone shifted like a blade being unsheathed. "In hell," he added, his voice chillingly calm.

The words hit Nari like a punch, and her blood ran cold. Before she could process the sudden turn, Harry reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at her chest.

"Harry... what are you doing?" Nari whispered, her voice trembling as panic clawed at her throat.

Harry didn't answer. His finger tightened on the trigger.

Bang!