Harin found out the way she always did—through a notification that felt like a slap.
Her phone buzzed on her desk in LUNE's office, vibrating against a stack of contracts. She wasn't even doomscrolling; she was mid-email, jaw set, coffee cooling untouched because she'd forgotten it existed.
[TRENDING] "Kwon Mirae bully edit" — 1.2M views (and climbing).
Her thumb moved before her brain finished catching up.
A cut-up clip. Cropped frames. A bright red circle. Captions that read like verdicts.
Then the "pattern" montage—old interviews and harmless moments stitched into a villain arc.
Harin's eyes went flat.
"Oh," she murmured, voice quiet with anger. "This."
It wasn't new. Not really. Just wearing a different face today.
She didn't waste time feeling it. She weaponized it.
Harin stood so fast her chair rolled back. She grabbed her blazer off the hook, already moving as she dialed.
Mirae picked up on the third ring.
