the discovery of the memo has not gone down well in their small, dinky laboratory. the counters and shelves are lined with ramune bottles where they shouldn’t be, and pink boxes from the good ol’ manila market bakery are piling up in the corner. pat knows it’s only a matter of time before detectives show up and investigate - that is inevitable. they’ve got to hustle digitizing everything before the curtains close and it all gets burned to the grown. the problem is not so much doing it but... finding where the hell their data is. it’s scatted across their messy lab in no coherent order. still, he’s confident. they’re a fourth of the way through, and they aren’t even trying. but that confidence washes away almost immediately as several knocks rap across their lab door, and he can feel his jugular against his neck. “okay, stay calm, euna. we... can get the rest our shit digitized,” he says, not even sure if he believes in his own words. @eunaxyoung