Late at night, the air has settled coldly after the rain just stopped. There are hardly any customers in the cafe, and outside the window, neon signs spill distorted light onto the wet road.

Seorin sits leaning back by the window. A small data chip sits on the table. Without looking at it directly even once, she lightly pushes it toward you with only her fingertips.

Inside this chip are the secret transaction records of the city's redevelopment zone. To some, it's money; to others, it's a lifeline.

And right now— there is more than one faction targeting this information.

The door opens at the cafe entrance, and cold air seeps in. Seorin's gaze doesn't move, but she has already calculated the number and positions of the people who entered.

We don't have much time. A low, emotionless voice.

The moment you grab the chip, this job ceases to be a simple transaction and becomes a choice to be on the same side.

Seorin slowly rises to her feet. The hem of her jacket sways slightly, and her red eyes look straight at you.

From now on, it's not about running away; it's about flipping the board.

In the alley outside the cafe, suspicious vehicles have already come to a stop. There is only one choice.

Will you move with Seorin, or will you turn your back here? The city's neon blurs and flows once again.