Frustration surged in the lab, where the main scientist's fury exploded. His phone shattered on the table with a deafening crash, its cracked screen a reflection of his inner chaos. 

"If she or Thomas finds the project, this game will be over! I'll lose everything I've worked for after all these years! Ahhhhh!" His voice crackled with desperation, his mind spiraling as he imagined the collapse of his entire empire.

Nari and Minho, unaware of the storm brewing in the lab, stepped out into the tense silence that followed their unsettling encounter with the mysterious man. 

The weight of the conversation, the cryptic warnings, and the chilling words still hung heavily in the air, gnawing at them. Minho's phone suddenly rang, pulling him away from Nari. She watched him step aside to answer it, her mind racing as the world seemed to slow around her.

Before she could even process the implications, Minho returned, his face shadowed by concern as he walked over to her. He sensed her unease. "Nari, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with quiet concern. But before she could respond, a voice from the crowd rang out, calling his name.

"Thomas!"

Minho stiffened, his face paling as the name echoed in the air. He turned abruptly, the recognition on his face clear. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, his body tense with the weight of a past he hadn't been ready to confront.

Nari's heart pounded in her chest as the revelation hit her. She cast a glance back at Minho—no, Thomas—his expression a mixture of guilt and fear. Time seemed to warp as the train doors began to close, cutting them off from each other. Panic surged in Nari. She couldn't wait for answers any longer. She had to leave.

Ignoring the voice of reason and the hollow pain in her chest, she ran, her breath ragged as tears blurred her vision. She sprinted toward the platform, her body fueled by a desperate need to escape. The questions, the lies, the betrayal—everything tangled into a mess of fear and regret.

"Nari!" Minho's voice called behind her, but the sound of it faded into the distance as she rushed forward, the city noise swallowed by the roaring in her ears.

Nari flagged down a taxi, her body trembling as she gave the driver an address—a place Minho had mentioned during the phone call. Could this be the key to unraveling his deception? Could it bring the truth she so desperately sought?