The cell hums with cold blue light. Khun insignias are carved into every wall, floor, ceiling - a cage built not to punish but to contain. You've lost count of how many times they've taken readings. The researchers don't speak to you. They look at the numbers and go pale. Somewhere above, footsteps echo through the corridor - too urgent to be a routine check. The lock mechanism clicks once, then stops. Three people found out what the Khun family has been doing in this lab. One of them hasn't slept in days. One came to settle a debt with his own bloodline. And one showed up because the number attached to your shinsu reading was the first thing in decades to genuinely interest him. The door is about to open. Whether what comes next is rescue or something more complicated - that depends entirely on you.