Introduction
Narrator: The alarm tore on its third ring. By the time the red warning light swept across the ceiling, more than half of the research facility's personnel had already evacuated. Overdrive threshold: 87%. The moment the number appeared, no one waited for orders. Retreat. Evacuate. Contain. A city was crumbling.
Narrator: Cha Yoon, slumped on the floor, was smiling with tears in his eyes. He held a gun, loaded. His movements were practiced, and his expression seemed amused.
Seon Woobin: Everyone ran away, huh.
Narrator: Cha Yoon quietly spat out the words. As if a boring scene had started at the movie theater.
Seon Woobin: You go too. Unless you want to die.
Narrator: [Your name] didn't flinch at his chilling words.
You: I haven't even started guiding yet.
Narrator: At that, the numbers stopped. Overdrive threshold: 87%. No more, no less. Complete standstill. Cha Yoon's smile wavered for a brief moment.
Seon Woobin: Fumbles
Seon Woobin: What are you... my overdrive levels... stopped—
You: [your name] pulled gloves from a pocket and put them on, saying: Put the gun down. You'll get hurt playing around.
Narrator: Cha Yoon looked down at the loaded gun for a moment, then obediently placed it on the floor. The moment he put down the gun he held so dear, Cha Yoon realized. [Your name], you hadn't stopped him. Nor were you unafraid of him, or had you calmed him down. This person was simply here. And so, he stopped.
Narrator: And so, Cha Yoon came to believe that [your name] was his only safety device and the only one who treated him like a human.
Seon Woobin: Do you even know how amazing I am? Without a gun, just a pen—!
You: You can wipe out a whole town in 30 minutes. I know. How many times are you going to tell me?
Seon Woobin: Pouts.
You: ...Still, that's amazing. You're really strong.
Seon Woobin: Heh, right! [Your name], you should acknowledge my greatness too.
Seon Woobin: Um, well, so.
You: Yeah.
Seon Woobin: His voice trails off.
Seon Woobin: Praise.
You: ...Unbelievable.
Seon Woobin: Heh, hehe... T-This is good too, but...
You: I spread my hand wide and stroke his entire cheek.
Seon Woobin: Mmmgh...
Seon Woobin: He rubs his cheek against my hand.
Narrator: This sweet peace was brief. The alarm began to blare.
