A new day cracks open, and the boys trudge toward the open field, exchanging grim jokes and half-hearted pep talks.
across the vast stretch of land the teams, now dressed in bulky bomb-diffusing suits, shuffle nervously into position.

Off to the side, A-RA stands with a loudspeaker in hand, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

A-RA, through the loudspeaker, way too chipper goes,
"Good morning, everyone! As you can tell from your lovely gear, today’s mission is bomb diffusal. But don’t worry..."
(smirking)
"It’s just training."

She pauses dramatically, milking the tension, then she goes,
"Well... mostly! There's a tiny twist... One of these bombs is real!"

The teams exchange panicked glances. Nervous murmurs ripple through the field.

A-RA continues.
"What’s the matter? You’re all geared up. I’m the one standing here unprotected! That should tell you how much faith I have in you."

She glances around, mockingly concerned as she adds.
" So, teamwork is key! Make sure one of you doesn't blow up the rest of us."

More murmurs. Tension sharpens like a blade.

MEMBER TWO (TEAM TWO)
(muttering to his teammate)
"Is she serious? Every day here feels like a fight for survival."

BAEK-HYUN walks up beside A-RA, concerned, he asks.

"You’re not actually putting real bombs out there, right? Tell me you’re not."

A-RA flashes him a devilish grin and responds
"Relax, Uncle BAEK-HYUN. There’s no real bomb. But... there will be an explosion. A harmless one... more or less."

She pulls out a small remote, winking. Then adds.
"Also... I may or may not have installed a few cameras around the field. You know, For purposes of training, today will definitely be worth documenting."

She giggles. BAEK-HYUN just shakes his head, resigned to his fate.

The teams get to work, sweat dripping, hands trembling, suits creaking as they carefully dismantle mock explosives.

 A visual of  grimy gloves, anxious eyes, whispered counts of "three, two, one..."

Everything goes smoothly. Almost too smoothly.

Until they reach the final bomb.

BOOM.
A harmless firework explodes with a bright pop, sending the teams SCATTERING like startled cats.

From her safe spot, A-RA doubles over, laughing hysterically. Shouting gleefully.
"They’re no amateurs! I knew they’d breeze through the drills, so I rigged the last one to pop off at the slightest touch!"

BAEK-HYUN groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"Seriously?"

A-RA still grinning wickedly goes,
"Uncle BAEK-HYUN... I know you're way older than me, but let me give you a little life advice."

She taps her temple mockingly and continues.
"Never make a desperate deal. Especially not with me. These poor guys are suffering because you promised never to question my training methods."

BAEK-HYUN just hums a defeated little tune as he trudges away, shaking his head.

BAEK-HYUN
(half-heartedly)
"Princess..."

A-RA just shakes her head in defiance.

After the drill, the teams drag themselves into the debrief room, still sweaty, still shell-shocked.

A-RA stands by the giant screen, remote in hand, practically vibrating with barely contained laughter.

The footage from earlier starts playing.

A-RA pausing the clip-on TEAM MEMBER TWO sprinting away goes,
"Look at this! If a stranger walked by right now, they’d swear our country’s been hiding a secret Olympic sprinter."

The camera freezes on TEAM MEMBER TWO sprinting for dear life, arms flailing, suit wobbling.

A-RA continues to tease mercilessly.
" TEAM MEMBER TWO, you should be in the National Athletics Team. If I show them this footage, you’ll get an immediate acceptance!!"

TEAM MEMBER TWO, who is now bright red, sinks lower and lower into his seat.

The room bursts into stifled giggles.

A-RA does not let up,
" Look here is where you broke the hundred-meter world record...the two-hundred-meter record... all while wearing gear, imagine if you were in track shorts...!”

More snickers ripple across the room.
TEAM MEMBER TWO looks like he’s ready to disappear under the table.

A-RA finally eases up, her tone shifting into something sharper, heavier.
"But listen... in a real-life situation, there are no re-dos."

She clicks the remote, and new footage plays: chaos, panic, fear. Scrambling bodies. Shouting. The room grows still.

Her voice now firm,
"You can’t outrun your mistakes. Not when lives are on the line—yours and others."

Silence stretches across the room. The weight of her words sinks in deep.

A-RA voice going softer,
"That’s why we train this hard. So when it’s real... we stop the damage. We save lives."

She clicks off the footage and turns to the team leaders.

"Submit your reports by the end of the day."

Without waiting for a response, she strides out, leaving the teams to absorb everything—the laughter, the lesson, and the quiet gravity that follows.

That night, 

The keypad beeps.A-RA steps inside, drained from the day, dropping her car keys into the tray by the door with a soft clink.
She kicks off her shoes and slips into her bunny-eared slippers, sighing in relief.
With a quick flick, she connects her phone to Bluetooth, and a lively tune floods the room.

A-RA twirls, dances across the floor, the heaviness of the day lifting with every step.
Moments later, the shower roars to life.
Off-key but enthusiastic, A-RA belts out the song, the sound bouncing off the tiles.

The water stops.
She steps out, wrapped in hot pink pajamas, bunny slippers back on, and a matching fluffy headband pushing back her damp hair.
Humming softly, she plops onto the couch, a bowl of noodles cradled in one arm, flipping through TV channels with the other.

Meanwhile in the outskirts of the city

Dust hangs in the air of a half-renovated shell of a building. The tension is thick.

DO-YUN crouches behind a battered desk, eyes sharp.
He signals his team with precise hand gestures, silent and swift.
The faint echo of approaching footsteps creeps through the walls.

DO-YUN
(whispering through his earpiece)
"Ha-Joon, left flank. Min-Jun, take the back exit. Yu-Jun, cover him."

Suddenly—
Gunfire tears through the air.
Bullets splinter wood and ricochet off the metal frames. The team scrambles, barely dodging the spray.

YU-JUN fires back, covering HA-JOON, who clicks his gun—
Empty. His face tightens in frustration.

YU-JUN
(shouting)
"Out of ammo!"

DO-YUN
(crawling low)
"Hold position!"

Silent and deadly, DO-YUN maneuvers behind the gunman.
In a fluid motion, he trips him, wrestles the weapon away, and locks him into a chokehold.
The CRIMINAL struggles—then goes limp.

DO-YUN tosses the stolen weapon to HA-JOON.

DO-YUN
(nods)
"Stay sharp. More incoming."

The sound of more boots pounds closer, a relentless drumbeat.

DO-YUN grabs his phone, dialing fast as the team tightens formation, ready to face the next wave.

Back in A-RA’s apartment.

The music cuts off.

She lounges on the sofa, lazily slurping noodles, giggling at the TV.
Her phone buzzes violently against the coffee table.

She jumps eyes the caller ID, raises a brow.

"Do-Yun? At this hour?"
She squints, half-joking to herself.
"...Or is it woman trouble? His wife’s scary enough to make anyone call for backup."

Still chewing, she swipes to answer.

(mouth half-full, casual)

"Yes?"

DO-YUN
(whispering frantically through the line)
"We’re outnumbered. Outgunned.
Sending coordinates. We need backup. Now."

A-RA freezes, chopsticks mid-air.
In the blink of an eye, the noodles are abandoned. She bolts upright, urgency snapping through her.

Keys. Jacket. Go.

Her car speeds down the glowing veins of the city, weaving through traffic, tires screeching at every sharp turn.
her eyes burn with steely resolve, the world around her blurring into streaks of light.

Back to the boys.

Chaos rules the half-built skeleton of a building.
The team is pinned inside an office space, breaths sharp and shallow.

MIN-JUN lunges forward as a CRIMINAL storms the doorway.
In one swift move, he locks an arm around the man’s neck, silencing him.
The body slumps quietly to the floor.

The team edges forward through the dim hallway—
Eyes scanning. Fingers twitching on triggers.

Another CRIMINAL rounds the corner—
Gunshots explode.

The team dives for cover, doors splintering under the impact.

YU-JUN presses himself behind a door, heart pounding.
When a CRIMINAL bursts through, YU-JUN lashes out—kicks the gun clear, tackles him down, and delivers a brutal chokehold.

One down.

More flood in.
A storm of fists and chaos.

MIN-JUN absorbs a brutal blow from a metal rod, grunting but staying upright.
He responds with a savage punch to the attacker’s jaw, dropping him instantly.

HA-JOON wrestles another to the ground—
The CRIMINAL bites into his hand, hard.

HA-JOON
(gritting his teeth)
"You little—"

He chokes the man out, then smacks the back of his head for good measure before rising, blood dripping from his knuckles.

No time to breathe.
The hallway erupts again.

The team moves like a force of nature—each fighter with their own brutal rhythm, their own sharp edges—
but together, they move as one.

Blows land. Bodies fall.
The fight is far from over

Outside Wolf Agency Building

Tires scream against pavement.
A-RA’s car fishtails into the parking lot, narrowly missing a poor flower pot—and two terrified security guards.

They straighten instantly, bowing low as she strides past.
Their faces twitch with confusion when they catch her outfit:
bright pink pajamas, bunny slippers slapping against the ground, and a fluffy bunny-ear headband bobbing with every step.

she sprints into the weapons room. The officer in charge of the weapons room looks up, startled as A-RA storms in. 

OFFICER IN CHARGE OF WEAPONS about to block her way,

"Who... are— (noticing her) Oh… it’s you, ma’am. I almost didn’t recognize you with the, you know… "

He gestures vaguely to his head. A-RA ignores him, grabs a sniper rifle, ammo, and a combat knife, and heads for the door. she yells on her way out,

"No time! Check the CCTV to log what I took! "

The OFFICER stands dumbfounded, staring at the bunny ears bouncing out of the room.

On the rooftop across from the chaos.

A-RA unfolds her sniper rifle, assembles it, and locks the scope into place.

She breathes out once.
The pink bunny ears sway in the wind—but her eyes are deadly still.

Speaking into her earpiece her voice flat and focussed.

"Do-Yun, you still alive down there?"

From below, a ragged sigh filters through.

DO-YUN dryly responds
"Unfortunately."

A-RA smirks, adjusting her scope.