~AUTHOR POV~

The man that goes by Yang Dowan is a powerful man but has his competition and lately that was by one group that was his trusted enemies and hated with every fibre of his being.

No one shall take him or his gang down. No one.

He may be growing old with age but is determined that his son will take over the family business and not let him down. Well, if only that were possible now.

Since he was murdered along with his sister meaning now Yang Dowan had no heir. None.

This fuelled his rage towards a certain group that were his sworn enemies as every bit of evidence led straight to them. He wanted his revenge against them and by doing that he needed to take down their leader.

And he got him.

They had to lure him in of course by using his weakness to make him believe they had something that he so desperately would want back if taken form him. That every man would do anything for it. Even if it meant following the rules to meet alone at a secluded place.

A house in the middle of nowhere to be rid of any phone or tracking devices when he were to arrive to get back what he thought was his only treasure in life.

But the man was tricked.

Yang Dowan succeeded in trapping his enemy and had him chained up in the basement of the very small house in the middle of now where. Not even phone service was out here.

The man had been torture and starved for three days. All he needed to do was admit he killed his children but the man refuses. He sticks to the fact he didn't kill them, he didn't need to and says he was sure he could over take Dowans gang without having to kill his children. He was that sure of it and he wasn't wrong it was a well known fact.

However Dowans grief blinded him and wanted an admission from the younger man.

Today was going to be the day he gets that confession or the man dies.

Dowan as he does every day for the past three days strolls down the stairs humming a tune into the pitch black room but only to flick on the one light bulb in the room by the switch at the bottom of the stairs.

The younger man squints his eyes to use what energy he has to look up at Dowan who happens to have come alone today instead of with his men. That was new.

It brought the younger man to thought that today was his last day alive if Dowan has changed his routine. He's that predictable.

"Well well, are we going to talk today and finally admit to your crime? Or are you going to lie to me again?" Dowan

The man scowls at Dowan with so much hatred. He thought he hated Dowan before but now even more than before.

"I. Didn't. Kill. Them." ???

He spits out his words very slowly so the old man can hear clearly. However Dowan scoffs at his words, rolls up his sleeves and swings a right hook into the mans left cheek.

For an older man Dowan sure can punch that was undeniable so with the impact the younger man spits out blood, along with a cracked tooth. It disgusts the younger man that this was happening to him but there was nothing he could do.

To get through his ordeal he's thought back on his life. His friends his soon to be family. It clenches his heart to think and to know he'll never see any of them again. But if this is the way things are suppose to be then so be it.

"Just admit you killed my children!!! Don't be a coward!!!" Dowan

"I didn't kill them!! If I did I would take credit for it but I didn't!!" ???

The man uses what energy he had to shot back and stick to his guns on being honest. That's one thing he doesn't do is lie when it comes to his underground business. If he or someone in his gang were to kill any one or rob or deal he would gladly and proudly take credit for it but he didn't do this. He didn't kill the only heirs to the Yang gang.

Dowan was starting to get bored of these games of going back and forth knowing he's not going to get anywhere with this man.

Sighing to himself, he turned his back to make his way to a table. A table that held weapons and torture devices that have been already used on the man but Dowan wanted to make this quick. He didn't want to play games anymore.

So Dowan picked up his trusty gun to gaze at it in awe as a smile spread across his face at what he knows he's about to do with it.

He turns around to show off his gun to the younger and come forward and point the gun at the mans forehead.

The man closed his eyes flicking through his happy memories since he knows this is the end.

"One last chance. Confess and ill let you live." Dowan

He was lying. Either way Dowan was going to kill
Him he just wanted to hear what he wanted to hear before the man dies.

"I have nothing to confess. I didn't do it and neither did anyone in my gang." ???

The man doesn't open his eyes but keep them tightly shut taking in deep breaths of the cold air around him one last time. Still digging deep into his memories do his loved ones, their smiling faces, their stupid jokes and laughter ringing in his ears. Not to mention one person in particular that was his soul everything in life but never to be able to see them or feel their warmth in his arms again. He wanted to cry but didn't want to show Dowan any signs of weakness.

"Fine have it your way." Dowan

He stands tall over the man and cocks the gun ready to shoot right between the eyes. The younger man hitches in breath, this is it. His last moment alive. He was ready even if he didn't want to go out this way. He was ready.

"Oh and one last thing." Dowan

He says smirking at the man who was so defenceless chained up in a dark room around a metal pole.

"I know who Jung Y/n is." Dowan

Were the last words the young man heard with quick risen panic at the sound of her name coming from Dowans mouth all lasting for a second before a single shot was fired between the mans eyes killing him instantly.

Satisfied with the young mans instant death he grinned to himself remembering how the mans eyes split open with fear and panic when he mentioned Jung Y/n.

Since this man didn't want to own up to anything, he was going to take matters into his own hands with another plan in mind.

But that will have to hold out. First to get rid of the body of this dead man before him and toss him away but somewhere he can be found by a member of the mans gang as a warning to what is to come.

The games are only beginning.