The station was quiet past midnight, only the faint hum of lights and the occasional shuffle of a night guard. Tae’s heart pounded as she slipped inside, her uniform jacket buttoned tight to hide her disheveled body. In her pocket jingled the keys she had carefully stolen from Captain Min while he slept.

She tiptoed down the corridor toward the cells, heels in her hand, every step risky. At last, she reached Jungkook’s cell.