"Are you sure we'll be able to finish this all day?!" Mina's voice dripped with boredom as she swiped through the large tablet in her hand.

"I don't know what schemes she's concocting this time, but this is the least we can do," Momo replied, her tone carrying a mix of determination and resignation.

"And how does sifting through these transfer students' records connect to the threats we've been receiving? Will we unveil the identity of the anonymous message sender by digging into this year's newcomers?" Mina's face twisted in a mix of skepticism and tedium. "I'd honestly prefer digging around in Minecraft than this," she quipped, evoking a chuckle from Momo.

After a few more minutes of searching, the lounge door swung open abruptly, revealing Sana with a stern expression.

"Did you manage to uncover anything suspicious?" she inquired, her gaze shifting between her friends. However, both Mina and Momo could only shake their heads, their eyes returning to the tablet's screen. Sana sighed heavily, sinking into one of the couches. The weight of the message from the previous night still hung heavily on her mind.

"Why? What's troubling you? I thought the number was already reported to the authorities?" Momo queried, rising to her feet to fetch drinks and snacks for the group, while Mina retreated to her phone, evidently ready to engage in some game.

Sana's reply carried a determined edge, "Well, yes. But letting the culprit go unchecked isn't something I'm willing to accept." Her words elicited shock from Mina and Momo.

"The culprit? Are you suddenly trying to become a detective now? You don't understand how dangerous it could be to pursue someone who's clearly unhinged," Momo exclaimed, her concern evident.

Although not officially confirmed yet, this was Sana's way of rallying their assistance in searching for the mysterious biological Kim. She couldn't directly approach them and ask for help, so she had to weave a narrative that would drive them to assist her.

"Think about it, though. This anonymous sender dares to challenge us, despite being aware of our families' influence. Somehow, I've convinced myself that there's a link to that unknown royal member in all of this," Mina analyzed, her expression serious as her gaze rested on the unused desk in the corner.

"That theory holds water. It's suspicious for someone to emerge out of thin air and bombard us with threats, hoping to rattle us," Momo concurred.

However, the more they discussed, the more complex the situation seemed to become for Sana. The web of intrigue only grew denser, leaving her more bewildered than before.

If my sister truly is the last remaining royal member, could she possibly be targeting me? The notion gnawed at Sana's thoughts, the tendrils of suspicion curling around her mind. It was conceivable that she, too, might have been adopted into another family, providing a potential explanation for the cryptic message. But if it truly was her behind this, could her motives extend to revenge for me taking my place within the Kim household? Questions tumbled over one another in Sana's mind, an unending cascade of uncertainties.

And then there was the issue of funding. Could our father be involved in backing her endeavors? But that's impossible, Father was fond of me. Could it be Mom? Did she possess any inkling of her actions? The web of possibilities continued to spin, each thread leading to another knot of doubt.

Sana's mind raced, each thought like a piece of a puzzle she was trying to fit together. But the image remained incomplete, the edges blurred by the fog of speculation. The more she pondered, the deeper she seemed to delve into a labyrinth of her own making.

Momo carefully placed the food on the coffee table, a display of support as the trio engaged in this serious discussion.

"Yeah, that's exactly why I'm reaching out to you guys about this issue. What if that ridiculous threat is aware of our backgrounds? I mean, our family histories or anything connected to our businesses? This isn't a time for relaxation. We need to track her down. Otherwise..." Sana's voice trailed off, her eyes shifting between Momo and Mina, conveying the gravity of the situation. Mina swiftly picked up the thread, her expression mirroring her concern. After all, their social standing and affluence were integral to their identity.

"If we don't take action, our adversaries will seize the opportunity to undermine us," Mina declared, her gaze locking onto Momo. Both of their faces were etched with a sense of urgency. Their status and influence were assets they held dear, qualities that defined their very existence.

"I hate that you're right. If we don't take a stand, I'm quite certain that more foolish threats will emerge, thinking they can meddle with us without consequences. I mean, seriously? We're the royals. We really can't let this slide." Momo declared firmly, finally agreeing to Sana's plan.

"But please, Sana, refrain from making decisions on your own. You have us, let's all figure this out together," Momo added with a reassuring smile.

"I know, that's why I'm discussing these with you guys," Sana replied, grateful for their support and understanding.

Sana paused momentarily, allowing the weight of her words to settle into the room. "And I've come across something..." Her voice carried a sense of anticipation, allowing her friends to grasp the significance of her statement. "The last owner of the black ribbon. It's a potential link to the Kims," she revealed, causing both Mina and Momo to gasp. The name resonated with a note of familiarity, as Sana recalled encountering it in the file.

"Are you suggesting that one of your family members is orchestrating this turmoil?" Mina's curiosity was piqued, her interest unmistakable.

"I can't say for certain. They might be a distant relative who harbors resentment against us."

Momo leaned forward, her voice tinged with eagerness. "So, what's our plan of action?"

"We'll initiate our search tomorrow," Sana responded with determination, her words resonating with resolve as she received nods of agreement from her friends. It was a pact forged at that moment, a pact to unveil the truth that lay concealed in the shadows.

...

"This is ridiculous," Jihyo muttered under her breath, standing in front of the school gate as she meticulously inspected each student's identity.

As a member of the elite class and also a part of the student council, she found herself begrudgingly adhering to the royal member's demand for identity checks. The request had come from a higher authority, emphasizing the need to maintain the school's reputation. However, the details had been shrouded in secrec