The bell above the door chimed softly as Nari and Minho stepped into the dimly lit printer shop. The air smelled faintly of ink and paper, and the hum of machinery added an undercurrent of noise. Nari approached the counter, placing a printed photo on the scratched surface.

"We'd like these wanted posters printed," she said, her voice steady, laced with urgency.

The shop owner picked up the photo, glancing at it with mild curiosity before chuckling. "Quite the character, isn't she?" he said, feeding the image into the printer. His comment felt out of place, but Nari brushed it off, her mind focused on the task ahead.

As the copies rolled out, she carefully counted them, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Let's go," she said briskly, handing Minho a stack.

Back at the hotel room. Minho leaning back against the headboard. "You know, Nari, you're acting like an old woman—bossy and meticulous."

Nari rolled her eyes, grabbing a nearby towel and hurling it at him. "Shut up and go freshen up. We've got work to do tonight."

Minho chuckled, catching the towel with ease as he headed to the bathroom. As the door clicked shut, Nari's expression shifted. She let out a quiet sigh and leaned forward, peering discreetly at the corner of the room where Minho's bag sat.

Her gaze flickered to the bathroom door. Was he really on her side? Her fingers hovered over the zipper. But after a moment, she pulled back, shaking her head. I need to trust him—for now.

In the sterile confines of the International Lab, chaos brewed. A team of researchers tore through Nari's abandoned quarters, upending drawers and rifling through files. The head scientist stood by, his frustration growing with every moment.

"Where's the project?" he shouted.

One of the team members held up a tablet. "The critical data isn't here. It's stored on her laptop. She must have taken it with her."

The scientist's fist clenched. "Find her," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "And retrieve that laptop. No matter the cost."