A hidden rooftop lounge in Seoul — quiet, dim, and private.
City lights glitter below. A place where celebrities meet when they don't want to be seen.
HANNA sits alone in a velvet booth, her fingers tapping the table.
She's dressed sharply, but her face carries tension — and quiet betrayal.
Then, LEE RYUN walks in. Casual. Mask, cap, coat — trying not to be noticed.
He slides into the seat across from her.
LEE RYUN
"You called. You know that was risky."
HANNA
(coldly)
"So is playing lover boy with your co-star."
Lee Ryun pauses.
HANNA (cont'd)
"You and I — we agreed to stay quiet. You swore no drama, no headlines, no rumors."
LEE RYUN
"It's not what it looks like."
HANNA
"Isn't it?"
A beat. Hanna takes a breath. Her voice softens just enough.
HANNA
"Do you know what it felt like… seeing that article while prepping for my live segment?"
Lee Ryun looks down, guilty.
LEE RYUN
"We've been hiding for two years, Hanna. I thought maybe… we were done hiding."
She stares at him — wounded, conflicted.
HANNA
"You should've asked me.
Not made me find out with the rest of the country."
LEE RYUN
"You think I want anyone else? You're the only one I ever needed."
She shakes her head — part disbelief, part defense.
HANNA
"Then fix it. Before I disappear."
She stands up, leaving him sitting there, silent.
LEE RYUN
"Hanna—"
But she's already walking away, clutching her phone.
INT. KANG CORPORATION – CEO OFFICE – MORNING
KANG JUNHO sits at his desk, silent.
A document is open on his laptop, but he isn't reading it.
Instead, his eyes are on a security folder.
Still images. Captured CCTV footage from last night.
One of them: Im Seri mid-air, right before she kicked the thief to the ground.
Even in the grainy still — her posture is too perfect. Too trained.
Daejin walks in with a tablet.
DAEJIN
"The board files are updated— What's with that look?"
Jungho doesn't answer. He rotates the screen.
JUNGHO
"You saw her resume, right? Top of her class, worked for 3 major firms, scandal-free."
DAEJIN
"Yeah. What about it?"
Jungho zooms in on the photo. Seri's stance. Her eyes.
Even Daejin goes quiet.
JUNGHO
"Does this… look like a PR fixer to you?"
DAEJIN
(half-joking)
"Maybe she plays kickboxing after work?"
Jungho isn't smiling. His voice is low, thoughtful.
JUNGHO
"I want her screened again. Quietly.
No HR. No records. Just… follow the trail."
Daejin raises an eyebrow.
DAEJIN
"You think she's dangerous?"
JUNGHO
"I think she's not what she says she is."
A beat.
JUNGHO (cont'd)
"And I want to know why she's here. In my company."
INT. PRIVATE MEETING ROOM – LUXURY HOTEL – AFTERNOON
Modern, minimalistic. One-way glass. Silence.
KANG JUNHO sits at a conference table, pristine in a grey suit.
Beside him, Daejin quietly observes.
Across from them: a nervous executive client — Chairman Kwon — mid-50s, sweating under pressure.
Documents lie untouched on the table. Something's not adding up in a merger deal. Millions involved.
CHAIRMAN KWON
"I told your team everything I remember. There's nothing more—"
Jungho takes off his glasses.
JUNGHO (calmly)
"That's the problem.
You don't remember.
So let me help you."
Kwon looks confused — until Jungho leans forward, eyes locked with his.
CLOSE-UP: JUNHO'S EYES
A faint pulse — like a shimmer.
Jungho concentrates.
Everything around him fades into a low, echoing hum.
The air grows heavier.
Chairman Kwon starts trembling. His breath quickens.
CHAIRMAN KWON
"Wait— I… I never said that—
No— that night— the ledger— it wasn't destroyed— it's in my driver's safe—"
He suddenly gasps, clutching his chest.
Daejin moves, concerned.
DAEJIN
"Jungho— that's enough."
Jungho breaks eye contact. Just in time.
The executive slumps back, sweating, shaken.
CHAIRMAN KWON
(barely whispering)
"You…you did something to me…"
Jungho puts his glasses back on, fingers trembling for a moment.
But he hides it fast.
JUNGHO (coldly)
"You remembered the truth. That's all that matters."
DAEJIN
(to assistant)
"Get water. And security to recover that ledger. Now."
Jungho stands, slowly adjusting his cuff.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
It always costs something.
A beat.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
But some people… are worth the toll.
He walks out of the room, unreadable — but his mind is clearly elsewhere.
INT. PR FLOOR – MORNING
Whispers. Side-eyes. Keyboard smashing… fake.
Everyone is lowkey staring at Im Seri, who types calmly like she didn't body-slam a thief last night.
COWORKER (whispers)
"She kicked him into next week. In heels."
ANOTHER
"I'm afraid to even ask her for a stapler."
Cut to Kim Bora, watching Seri like she's a jungle cat.
She dabs perfume nervously and accidentally sprays it in her eye.
KIM BORA (squinting)
"Pfft, whatever. Probably staged. She just— maybe pushed him… gently."
INTERN JAEMIN
(whispering)
"He flew, Bora. There was wind."
Bora gulps. Stands up. Dramatically walks over to Seri.
KIM BORA
"Hey… Im Seri."
Seri turns around. Calm. Unbothered.
SERI
"Mm?"
KIM BORA
"No hard feelings, right? If anyone needs… tackling, let me know."
SERI
"Aw, Bora. I only tackle threats."
KIM BORA
(grinning nervously) hi
"Yup. Totally not a threat. Just… a vibe."
She backs away, bumping into a filing cabinet and saluting awkwardly.
Just then—
DING! The elevator opens.
Everyone freezes.
KANG JUNHO walks in, sharp as ever — black-on-black suit, sleeves crisp, jaw clenched. His aura? Deadly calm.
Conversations die instantly.
Even Kim Bora, still half-squinting from her perfume accident, straightens up like she's on trial.
COWORKER (whispers)
"Why is he so hot when he looks like he's about to fire the whole floor?"
Jungho walks through the corridor in silence.
Then—he stops.
Turns.
And his eyes land directly on Im Seri.
Everyone watches.
Kim Bora holds her breath like it's a K-drama cliffhanger.
JUNGHO
(calmly)
"Im Seri. My office. Now."
Seri slowly stands. Poised. Expression unreadable.
She walks past Bora, who nearly trips over her own jealousy.
KIM BORA (muttering to herself)
"That's fine. Totally fine. Maybe he just wants to… arrest her?"
Seri disappears into the office.
Jungho's door closes.
Everyone exhales — but tension spikes.
INT. KANG JUNHO'S OFFICE –
Click. The door closes.
IM SERI steps in, collected and poised.
KANG JUNHO gestures to the chair.
JUNGHO
"Have a seat."
She complies — without resistance.
Silence lingers, deliberate.
Jungho leans forward slightly, fingers clasped.
JUNGHO
"You handled that situation last night… efficiently."
A beat. He watches for a twitch. A tell.
None.
JUNGHO
"Most people freeze when danger hits. You didn't even hesitate."
Seri remains calm. Professional.
Jungho's gaze sharpens. His voice smooth, too measured.
JUNGHO
"Tell me…
Was it instinct—
or muscle memory?"
Seri's eyes don't give anything away.
But she doesn't answer.
Jungho leans back slowly. Testing.
he removes his glasses.
From Seri's POV, something shifts.
The air feels heavier.
Jungho's eyes sharpen — like they're reaching deeper than just her face.
Seri blinks slowly.
She doesn't move, but the sensation crawls up her spine.
SERI (V.O.)
Why does it feel like he's… looking through me?
Her heartbeat doesn't change.
She doesn't show fear.
But she knows something about that look wasn't normal.
Jungho stares harder. Triggers his power.
But—
Nothing.
Only static.
A block. A wall.
He quickly replaces the glasses. Resets.
JUNGHO
(flat)
"That'll be all."
Seri stands. Bows slightly. Leaves — calm on the outside.
The door clicks shut.
Im Seri is gone.
But the silence she leaves behind is loud.
Jungho stays seated, his posture composed — but something behind his eyes is spiraling.
He rubs his temple. Slowly. Deep in thought.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
That wasn't normal.
He opens a drawer. Pulls out a glass of water. Takes a sip — but it doesn't help.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
I've triggered memories from CEOs, diplomats, criminals… even trained soldiers.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
But her? Nothing. Not a flicker.
He paces now, removing his jacket. Loosens his tie.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Is it me?
JUNGHO (V.O.)
I used the ability twice today already. The client this morning. The auditor at lunch.
He exhales, shakes his head.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Maybe I overdid it. Maybe I'm burnt out.
But then he stops.
Frozen.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Or maybe…she blocked me.
His eyes narrow. Still processing.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
No one's ever done that before.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Unless… she knew I was reading.
He picks up his glasses again. Stares at his own reflection in the lens.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Who are you really, Im Seri?
And what the hell are you doing here?
INT. OFFICE – EVENING
The vibe has shifted.
Whispers. Buzz. The incident from last night is still making rounds.
Kim Bora, full of delulu confidence, is pacing near Seri's desk — pretending to type while sneakily staring at her.
SERI is calmly working, sipping her lukewarm tea.
BORA (V.O.)
There's no way she flipped a man. In heels. While holding a handbag. Right?
She glances at Seri's shoes.
Yup. Still heels. Still terrifying.
BORA
(to herself, whispering)
"This is for the sake of science."
She casually walks past Seri, then suddenly drops a pen near Seri's chair.
BORA
(loudly)
"Oops!"
She pretends to fall — dramatically — arms flailing like a K-drama heroine in slow motion…
And—
Seri catches her elbow…
Without even turning.
Smooth. One hand. Perfectly timed.
Bora freezes mid-fall. Hanging in that awkward position.
BORA
(staring at her own arm)
"…Mom?"
The entire office glances.
Seri calmly sets Bora upright, unfazed.
SERI
"Careful. Floors are slippery."
She goes back to typing.
Bora is stunned. Slowly backs away to her desk. Mouth open.
BORA (V.O.)
What is she?
She turns to her seat.
Takes out her phone.
Group chat: "Pink Vibes 🧚♀️✨"
BORA types:
Guys. I think our new girl is a ninja.
She's Black Widow in heels.
Abort bullying mission. Save yourselves.
KANG JUNHO steps out, adjusting his cufflink.
He pauses. His eyes lock onto Seri's effortless catch — the split second movement.
Everyone else misses it.
But not him.
He stops mid-step.
Still.
Cold.
But something shifts.
He watches her longer than he means to.
Then—
Seri senses him.
A flicker.
She moves only her eyes, catching him in her peripheral vision.
She sees him watching her — really watching her.
Their eyes lock.
Seconds.
No words.
Her face stays still, unreadable — but her gaze holds steady.
Challenging.
Jungho doesn't break contact.
Then—
BORA notices the silent stare-down.
She blinks.
Looks at Seri.
Looks at Jungho.
She immediately throws herself forward, arms flailing dramatically.
BORA
(fake loud gasp)
"CEO Kang! You're here? Did you see me trip? It was so scary~!"
She tries to make eye contact. Tosses her hair.
Giggles awkwardly.
She slides in front of Jungho to block his view — like a puppy begging for attention.
BORA
"Anyway, sir! I was just showing how clumsy I am sometimes! Haha~ Don't worry, I'm totally okay now!"
Jungho walks right past her.
Not a glance.
Not a word.
He keeps his eyes on Seri as he passes, then heads straight into his office.
BOOM. Door shuts.
Bora stands frozen.