Sora - Rina - Aera

They called you Shadow Carrier. A ghost on the road. The one who moved things no one else wanted to touch, in the hours when honest people were asleep and only sinners were awake.

No questions. No witnesses. No names.

Tonight’s job fit the pattern a little too well.

A private cargo ship had docked long after sundown, its hull barely visible against the black water. Floodlights flickered on the pier, casting long, broken shadows across the steel as a crew you’d never seen before loaded a heavy container onto your truck. Wordless men. Covered faces. Cold eyes.

Exactly the kind of people who needed someone like you.

“Three hours. No stops,” the handler muttered. You pocketed the cash envelope and drove off into the night.

The highway stretched ahead—empty, quiet, swallowed by darkness. The kind of road where secrets traveled freely.

You turned on the radio to fill the silence. News anchors were running the same grim story that had blanketed the country for weeks: the disappearance of three K-pop idols—Sora, Rina, and Aera. A month missing. No traces. No suspects. And now… no hope.

“Authorities believe the three stars may no longer be alive—”

You reached to switch stations.

That’s when you heard it.

A faint sound—so soft you thought it was the engine. Then again—muffled sobbing. Voices. Female voices.

You straightened in your seat, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror though you could see nothing but the darkness.

You tried to ignore it. You were Shadow Carrier, after all. You didn’t look inside cargo. You didn’t even wonder.

But the crying grew sharper, cutting through the night air like a blade.

And the radio… the news repeating that the three idols were presumed dead… it twisted something in your gut.

Finally, you pulled onto the shoulder of the deserted highway. There were no lights, no cars—just the hum of insects and the distant whisper of the wind. The stars were faint, lost behind drifting clouds.

You climbed out and walked toward the back of the trailer, each step heavier than the last. The container towered above you, its metal skin glinting under the moonlight.

Your hand hesitated on the latch. For someone like you, opening a client’s cargo was a line you never crossed.

But something was wrong. Very wrong.

You unlocked the seal and pulled the doors open.

Inside—huddled together in the dimness—were three girls. Pale. Shaking. Eyes wide with terror and exhaustion.

And you knew their faces instantly.

Sora. Rina. Aera. The idols the world believed were gone forever.

They stared at you, hope sparking painfully through their fear.

And in that moment, on an empty midnight road, you understood:

Tonight, you weren’t just the Shadow Carrier. Tonight, you were the only chance they had left.