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Scene 1
Y/N sat in the small café, her laptop open in front of her, analyzing stock charts. The coffee cup beside her was already empty, but she didn't care—her mind was focused on the numbers. Her phone buzzed with a message from S-Coups.
S-Coups (text): "Don't go to that meeting, Y/N. Yeonjun is trouble. He's dangerous."
Y/N stared at the message for a moment. S-Coups had always been protective of her, ever since they were kids. But this time, he seemed more urgent than usual.
Y/N (text): "It’s just business, don’t worry. I’ll be fine."
She knew what S-Coups meant by "trouble." Yeonjun was a name whispered in dark corners—known for being a ruthless mafia boss with control over half the city. But Y/N had never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came to business.
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Scene 2
As Y/N was leaving the café, she bumped into S-Coups. He had come to see her in person.
S-Coups (concerned): “Y/N, I’m serious. Yeonjun’s not someone you can just deal with. You have no idea what kind of world you're stepping into.”
Y/N (shrugging): “I’m not scared of some mafia boss. I know how to handle myself.”
S-Coups shook his head, looking frustrated but also worried.
S-Coups: “It’s not just about handling yourself. This is a game where you lose everything if you make one wrong move. Promise me you’ll be careful.”
Y/N didn’t promise, but she did give him a reassuring smile.
Y/N: “I’ll be fine, S-Coups. I’ve survived worse.”
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Scene 3
Later that evening, Y/N arrived at the location where Yeonjun had asked her to meet. The building was intimidating—tall and dark, the kind of place that felt like it belonged to someone who had everything to lose and everything to gain. As she walked inside, she was greeted by Mingyu, Yeonjun’s best friend and trusted colleague.
Mingyu (nodding to Y/N): “Yeonjun’s expecting you. Follow me.”
Y/N followed him through the cold, dark halls, feeling the weight of the situation closing in around her. She had heard about Yeonjun’s reputation, but it was different when you were face to face with him.
They reached a large, polished office. Yeonjun was sitting behind a massive desk, his eyes immediately locking with hers. His gaze was intense, making Y/N feel like he could see right through her.
Yeonjun (smirking): “So, the famous stock market trader. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
