Not Feels Safe

The members of ALAB and RAVE sprinted through the dimly lit alley, their breaths ragged as they searched desperately for any sign of a patrolling guard. Their footsteps echoed against the cracked pavement, mixing with the muffled laughter of the men following behind.

"Where are the guards?" Nina gasped, scanning the area frantically.

"They were here earlier," Kai panted, her hands trembling. "Where the hell did they go?"

The safe zones of the MOA Complex were supposed to be heavily patrolled, but right now, the streets felt eerily abandoned.

Minji risked a glance back—the men were still following them, their movements slow but deliberate.

One of them, a burly man with a jagged scar on his cheek, sneered. "Why are you running, sweethearts? We're just saying hello."

Another man, wearing a torn military jacket, chuckled darkly. "You're acting like we're the bad guys."