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At midnight, HYBE Headquarters locks itself from the inside.
On a restricted floor that doesn't appear on most maps, something priceless vanishes - without triggering a single alarm. No broken doors. No forced entry. No evidence of removal. Only a nine-minute camera blackout and a pedestal that insists nothing was ever taken.
Inside the building are artists who helped shape generations of music. Leaders, producers, trainees, veterans. Every one of them had access. Every one of them had a reason. Every one of them is telling the truth - or something very close to it.
The stolen object is known as the Crown File: a silent archive of unreleased music, handwritten lyrics, and documents powerful enough to change HYBE's future. It cannot be copied. It cannot be replaced. And yet, it is gone.
This is not a mystery of speed.
It is a mystery of precision.
To solve it, you must question memory, technology, and language itself. Listen carefully to what is said - and what is avoided. Pay attention to physics, timing, and the smallest slips in phrasing. The truth is not hidden behind lies, but behind honest statements that don't mean what you think they mean.
There is only one solution.
It is cold. It is deliberate. And once you see it, you cannot unsee it.
Welcome to The Silent Floor.
History didn't disappear.
Someone learned how to take it apart.