Harin arrived at LUNE before the sky had shaken off its night. The air in the office still tasted of anxiety—a stale blend of fear, burnt-out electronics, and something sharper. Sabotage, rumors, the smell of someone else's fingers on her work. She wore her hair up and her mouth in a line so tight not even a rumor could slip through.
The security guard greeted her with a nervous nod; she barely acknowledged it. She paused at the elevator, checked the logs herself, then took the stairs two at a time, her phone already in her hand. She scanned through overnight incident reports, a flood of group chats, flagged keywords: LUNE. Joon-ho. Sex. Stable. Harem.
The PR room was empty but already tense. She flicked on the lights, then called an all-hands staff meeting, voice clipped and cold. One by one, the team gathered: Hye-jin clutching a coffee, the IT manager blinking blearily, Rina and Jina lingering just outside the glass walls, trying not to be seen.
