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You enter like a thunderstorm hell-bent on wreaking havoc, the doors of his hideout announcing your arrival with a resounding slam as they fly open. The path that leads to his torture cell is familiar to you, your feet leading you there by muscle memory alone. All the people you walk by immediately bow to you out of respect (read: fear) but you pay them no mind today, blinded with rage directed towards the lair's ruling lion.
The men blocking the cell door hurriedly move aside and open the door to let you pass, not wanting to get their brains blown out like the last two who stopped you from entering without surrendering any weapons. The 'torture cell' isn't a small room, but an open space where his prospective clients wait for their turn, watching in barely concealed mortification as the man tied up in the chair at the center of the room begs to be let go in all hysteria, but while you were here to retrieve him, you couldn't care less about him, the lowlife who disrespected you. Instead, your gaze locks on the male in front you: the ringleader of all chaos in this part of the city- Choi Seungcheol.
