Laughing, she shrugs her backpack down her arm. Bringing it to her front, she groans forlornly. “My keychain’s gone!” She looks around their feet and back the way they came but doesn’t see it. “It’s the Teolaegi one I bought for my birthday…”

“Did it break off, or did you take it off? The ring isn’t even left.”

“Maybe I took it off when I switched bags…” Baekhee s the front pocket and rummages inside; it’s empty. The back security pocket is empty, as well. Sighing, she moves to a bench and unclips the large fastener before ping the main pocket. “Jongin!?” It’s unusual to use his full name, and her tone draws him to her side immediately.

He falters at the bag’s contents and stares dumbly.

Rather than the expected umbrella, wallet, phone, keys, and makeup, the backpack seems to have been packed by a psychopath. Gloves, zip-ties, duct tape, unopened plastic sheets, and a sheathed knife sit innocently inside. There’s more at the bottom; they don’t reach inside to find out what.

“This isn’t my bag...”