(ᵗʷ: ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃ ᵗᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ ᵃᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜʳⁱᵐᵉˢ.)

𝟷𝟶:𝟷𝟶 𝙿𝙼 | 𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸* 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊

...

Cold sweat broke out from a man's body as he opened his eyes to some men wearing melon green masks. He was tied to the ceiling, upside down, and felt nauseous.

He cried out loud hoping the others would feel a bit of sympathy and spare his life. The men acted earless to the various cries and pleas coming out from the traitor's mouth.

One of them grabbed the sharp needle and filled it up with blood-red ink. He showed no mercy as he twisted the hanging man's head revealing a paper plane tattoo that spread across the back of the neck of the wailing man. He smirked as he pierced the needle deep into the other's neck drawing out blood. A scream filled up the room making the man behind the mask chuckle. The guy was about to do it again but the sound of an engine filled up what it seems like an underground parking lot.

The man wished for that vehicle to be a police car coming to his rescue although he knew that, this is the end. Contradicting his expectations what appeared in front of him was a black jeep. The masked men moved out of the way to causing the bright yellow beams to hit the poor guy's eyes making him squint.

The black jeep belonged to the Assassins of the paper plane. He let out a sigh. If it's assassins he can have a quick death. They have a grudge against keeping the enemy up for long. But the extremely dangerous aura didn't belong to them, it belonged to someone more dangerous and lethal.

The vehicle stopped a bit far from where the man was tied. Veins popped out from the hands which had a black reaper riding on a paper plane was inked. There was another man on the passenger seat, seeing his friend getting riled up, he said,

"You're being dramatic. But go on, you have been stressed, if taking a life can put you at ease I'm not stopping you."

With that being said, the jeep accelerated towards the man with a roar hitting him at 60kmh. A bloody scream was heard for a second. The man on the passenger seat closed his eyes softly when the dead body hit the backside of the car leaving a bloody print.

"He has a 15-year-old daughter and an old mother," Kun said looking at Taeyong who looked satisfied.

"The police caught his daughter yesterday charged with underage prostitution. The girl was high on heroin when she was escorted from the room of a forty-year-old pervert. His mom died last month. The neighbours reported the foul smell last week. She died due to fatigue..."

"Useless piece of shit" Kun laughed. "Where is the girl now?"

"Rehabilitation Center." She went feral when they refused to give her stuff.

"Knew it," Kun said.

'𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ''𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒'', '𝑦𝑜𝑢' 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ...
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦.
𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝒉𝑜𝑤 𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑.
𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑑.'

𝟷𝟶:𝟸𝟶 𝙿𝙼 | 𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸*
𝚃𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎

Jaebum looked at his home which was in flames. They were once a pack of hundreds. Now only thirty remain. All of them were seriously wounded, five of them lost their only ones there. But none cried. Maybe it was because of the years of training that made their hearts so cold that even the fire couldn't melt it or maybe it was because of the fact that without sacrifices great thingd can't be achieved. His heart took this tragedy as a payment for the millions of lives that they had taken over the years. He put his hands against his heart, "As long as this beats, I will get you what you have always wanted..."

"𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟? 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 - 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 - 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝒉𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"