Actual Incident

Noa arrived in front of a sleek, white building that loomed over the bustling street. Swiftly compressing his motorboard, he entered the building, eager to find So-Rin. As he called out her name, his voice reverberated through the marble floors and vaulted ceiling. The door bore a silver cross symbol.

Noa's heart raced as he reached the lobby, but his expression turned to one of concern when he spotted So-Rin sitting in a chair, her right hand bandaged.

"So-Rin, what happened? Are you okay?" Noa asked, approaching her with worry etched on his face.

So-Rin looked up, surprised to see Noa. "Noa, I'm glad to see you. How did you find me?" she inquired, her voice soft and weak.

"Cloud tracked your location. I couldn't see you anywhere earlier, so I became worried," Noa replied, moving closer to her, his concern evident.

"I'm fine, just a few scratches and bruises," So-Rin reassured, attempting to downplay her injuries. "I was attacked, but it's nothing serious."