The first car that chased them has vanished into the shadows behind.
But just as Junho exhales in relief—
HEADLIGHTS FLASH IN THE REARVIEW.
A second car emerges, tailing them with aggressive speed.
INT. JUNHO'S CAR – MOVING – NIGHT
Seri grips the steering wheel like a trained operative. Calm. Calculated.
Her eyes locked on the road ahead — her body leans with the car as it swerves.
JUNHO
"You drive like you've stolen this car—wait, technically it's my car—so…"
EXT. WINDING STREET – NIGHT
The car cuts a hard turn. Tires SCREECH. The vehicle barely stabilizes before Seri regains control.
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INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
SERI
(calm but dry)
"I'm sorry in advance. You might want to send your car to the ICU after this."
JUNHO
(eyes wide)
"The car? I think I need to be sent to the ICU after this."
SERI
"Hold on."
She VEERS the car hard — straight up the gravel incline.
The car slows naturally on the incline, wheels crunching gravel, until—
It finally comes to a shaky, bumpy stop.
Silence.
Only the sound of their heavy breaths.
The car screeches to a halt. Smoke rises. SERI kicks the door open and steps out — eyes sharp, calm under pressure.
JUNHO
(yelling from inside)
Wait—what are you doing?!
SERI
(rolling her shoulders, calm)
It's a sunny day. Perfect weather for a little… stretching.
JUNHO
(steps out, muttering)
Are you kidding me…
He turns his head—and freezes.
His jaguar xf 300 sport,sleek and once-pristine, is now lightly smoking. A few scratches streak along the side, the bumper slightly off. It looks… traumatized.
Junho winces like it's his child.
JUNHO
(whispers)
She's not gonna make it to the valet ever again.
He looks up.
A FEW METERS AHEAD —
SERI stands calmly in front of the now-stopped black sedan. The doors open one by one with mechanical clicks. Four men in black suits emerge, their movements slow, calculated—intimidating.
But she doesn't flinch.
Junho starts to worry, eyes darting between the cars and Seri — but deep down, he knows… she can handle this.
Then — screech! — another car arrives. The same one from earlier. The door swings open.
Three men get out.
One in a grey hoodie and cap — the one who'd been tailing them.
Two more in sharp black suits.
They gather in a line behind the others… like a discount boyband reunion with attitude problems.
Seri smirks.
Junho gulps.
JUNHO
(whispers, deadpan)
"…This is how I die, huh?"
Seri steps forward, unfazed by the group in front of her. Her arms are crossed, and her tone? Flat-out unimpressed.
SERI
(deadpan)
"Wow. All black suits? Did someone raid a K-pop backup dancer wardrobe?"
She tilts her head slightly, eyeing each of them.
SERI
"Let me guess… secret agents? Or just a really aggressive boyband reunion?"
The suited men don't respond — one of them simply lifts a hand and points straight at Junho.
LEADER MAN
"That man. The one with the glasses."
SUIT #2
"He's the one we want. Step aside."
Seri squints, feigning confusion.
SERI
"Seriously? All this for him?"
(smirking at Junho)
"Mr. Park… you're more popular than I thought."
Junho, standing behind her, whispers under his breath.
"This is how I die. Surrounded by men who dress like Bluetooth earpieces."
Seri's eyes narrow slightly as they land on the man in the grey hoodie and cap. She takes a slow step forward, then suddenly calls out—
SERI
(loudly)
"Yah! You—hoodie guy!"
The man flinches a little. Seri tilts her head, mock serious.
SERI
"Why do we have the same taste in hoodies, huh? You stalking me or shopping at the same sale store?"
She clicks her tongue and gestures toward the rest of the black-suited men.
SERI
"And next time you plan a group ambush, at least wear something less… loan shark chic. You all look like a walking tax audit."
Junho coughs behind her, trying to hide a laugh. The men shift, clearly unsure whether to be offended or confused.
THUG 1
(gruffly)
"Enough talking. Hand him over—unless you wanna see blood spill today."
SERI
(voice trembling—mocking dramatically)
"Aww no… please… not blood. I can't handle it. I'll faint. Please… let us go."
She slowly steps behind Junho, grabbing the back of his jacket like a terrified damsel.
SERI
(whispering behind him, playfully)
"Protect me, Mr. Park…"
JUNHO
(turning around, eyes wide)
"What?! Don't hide behind me! Who's protecting who here?!"
He tries to gently peel her off like she's a clingy cat. Seri just shrugs, clearly enjoying herself.
SERI
(grinning)
"Well, technically you're the one they want, Mr. Glasses. I'm just… scenery."
JUNHO
(half-whispering)
"This scenery talks too much."
SERI
(grinning, teasing softly)
"Don't you want to be my armor this time?"
She meant it as a joke, just to lighten the mood—but when she touched his shoulder…
Junho's smile fades.
His gaze hardens—not in coldness, but something deeper. Fierce. Honest.
For a second, time slows.
His heart pounds.
Could I really be that man for her?
The one who stands in front of danger. Even if it means—
He swallows.
SERI
(realizing the weight of his look, flustered)
"Wait—are you really willing to do that for me?"
JUNHO
(softly, seriously, eyes not leaving hers)
"…Yes."
A beat.
But then— one of the thugs lunges forward to grab Junho.
WHOOSH—!!
SERI
(snarling under her breath)
"Seriously?"
She spins in one swift move, grabbing Junho by the shoulder and shoving him lightly to the side.
In the same motion—her leg slices through the air like lightning.
THWACK—!!
But she doesn't strike.
Her leg stops—just an inch from the thug's nose.
The man freezes.
SERI
(voice low, deadly calm)
"Whatever it is you think you're about to do… don't. You lay a single finger on him, and I promise—"
She leans in slightly, eyes sharp.
SERI
"I won't be nearly this polite next time."
The air tightens.
SERI
(quietly, to herself)
Not yet. I have to protect him… not before I land him safely to Uncle.
She lowers her leg slowly, standing firmly between Junho and the group.
THUG
(smirking)
"You know I'm not alone, right?"
He gestures behind.
"All of them—fighters. You should step aside. Our boss just wants him safe."
SERI
(smirking right back)
"And you think I'll believe that? Why should I let you touch him?"
A new voice speaks. Calm. Confident.
???:
"Because we won't harm him."
Everyone turns.
The man in the grey hoodie steps forward.
Removing his cap, finally revealing his face.
His expression is gentle—but his eyes are calculating. Sharp. Too sharp.
???:
"We just need his ability. To fix something that's been broken for a long time."
Junho stiffens.
His jaw clenches.
No. Not now. Don't say it here…
He looks at Seri—praying she doesn't connect the dots yet.
SERI
(glancing at Junho, then back)
"Well… he's standing here looking like a man who can't even fix a microwave."
She folds her arms.
SERI
(dryly)
"So, tell me… Who the hell are you?"
The hoodie man smiles.
HOODIE MAN
(taking a step forward)
"My name is Dr. Riku Hanazawa."
A beat. Seri's eyes narrow.
RIKU
"I'm a neuro-cognitive scientist. Specializing in kinetic memory transfer.
I study how memory works…
Especially when someone else can steal it."
Junho's face drains color.
Riku's eyes glint.
RIKU
"And your Mr. Park here… is our most important key."
SERI
(in her heart, confused but sharp)
Wait… Hanazawa? That sounds Japanese.
Are they Uncle's people? But this isn't how he works. He never interrupts someone else's mission — especially not mine.
She clenches her jaw.
Something's wrong. Deep down, she feels it.
This… wasn't part of the plan.
SERI
(voice low, firm)
"This is wrong. You're not supposed to do this. You're off-script."
MAN IN SUIT
(grinning darkly)
"And yet… here we are."
He takes a slow step forward.
"Orders are orders. Maybe they want to see what your Mr. Park can really do."
(pauses, tilting his head)
"Even if it takes a little… blood."
JUNHO
(quietly, to Seri)
"Blood…? What are they talking about?"
Seri turns to him, eyes blazing.
He sees the flicker of anger, but also… fear. For him.
SERI
(to them, almost growling)
"He should choose to use his power. Not be forced into it like a weapon."
The suited man laughs again.
"Choice? Since when do people like us get to choose?"
Junho watches Seri — stunned.
She's not backing down.
And he realizes now…
She knows.
HOODIE GUY
(raising both hands, calm)
"I don't want any tension. I was only assigned to observe and evaluate… the power in his eyes."
His gaze shifts to Junho, but gently — almost sympathetically.
He nods to Seri.
HOODIE GUY
(softly)
"I'm not here to fight. Just… trying to understand."
SERI
(voice firm, but respectful)
"I'm sorry. But you'll need to step back. Right now."
A beat.
The hoodie man hesitates, then lowers his head and slowly walks back.
But the man in the black suit?
BLACK SUIT GUY
(smirking coldly)
"Tch. Always dragging it out."
He takes one step forward.
"No more drama. Let's just get it done."
He raises his hand.
BLACK SUIT GUY
(to his men)
"Do it. Get him."
Three men in suits charge forward—
SERI
(whispering under her breath, steady)
"Here we go."
She instantly shifts into position.
Junho steps back instinctively as Seri launches into action — fluid, precise, and fierce.
One strike to the first. A sweep kick to the second.
The third lunges — she ducks, lands a clean blow to his ribs, and flips him onto the ground.
JUNHO
(wide-eyed, half-joking)
"Remind me never to argue with her…"
The fourth man tries to sneak behind her—
But Seri already sensed him .
She spins around, grabs his collar, knees him in the stomach, and slams him into the side of the sedan.
The black suit guy backs up slightly, stunned. Hoodie guy watches silently from a distance — impressed.
One of the suited men lunges toward Seri from the side — she's mid-hold, unable to react.
JUNHO
(gritted teeth)
"Not this time."
He steps in, swift and sharp — a precise kick right to the attacker's chest, knocking him out cold.
JUNHO
(looking at Seri, calm)
"No need to thank me."
SERI
(barely smirking)
"Noted."
She finishes the rest — effortless, brutal, and elegant.
The ground is full of groaning bodies.