"Are you willing to go against the Devil himself in order to obtain another chance in life??"
When a group of dangerous and highly skilled criminals are put together in one team under the command of three police agents to fight against the rising ev...
______________________________ • ༺ Welcome To The New World ༻ • _________________________________
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_________________________________
[5/10/2044] 9:04 P.M. Kim Hongjoong >>> The Brainiac
Kim Hongjoong can feel his blood pressure rising just by sitting on the black leather seat under the singular lightbulb that's suspended from the ceiling. There are no windows in this room and no TV an Android or even an AC. The walls are plain with nothing to decorate their beige-colored surface and the ground is made of plain rough concrete. Only two seats are available in the room; the one he's currently sitting on and the other one opposite to him is vacant. He wasn't allowed to bring anything inside this room— all of his belongings were taken inside the car and kept in a clear container. Whatever's gonna happen in this small room will stay here and Suho and whoever's above him is making sure of it...
Hongjoong tries to search his mind for the reason that he could be in this room. As far as he knows he had been the most active and law-bidding member of the legal house. He's commanding many units into victorious operations in apprehending many criminals and solving cases in the shortest period. Where could he have possibly gone wrong to earn himself a spot inside this room?? Or could it be something other than what Hongjoong is thinking?? Maybe he didn't do anything wrong but Suho brought him here to discuss something sacred; something dangerous; something that's tied to the wellbeing of the whole country...
The metal door to the small room opens, its rusty hinges creaking loudly and snapping Hongjoong out of his daze. The deputy chief turns his attention to the door and sees Suho stepping in, dressed in his usual black attire; black turtleneck and black trousers, a leather Ralph Laurent belt wrapped around his hips, and black Chelsea boots. He's wearing his round glasses this time, something he usually doesn't, and his silky black hair is pulled back with gel. And there's the signature silver cross dangling around his neck. Ever since the day he was given the Chief of Police position he never once came without that cross around his neck.
"Sorry to keep you waiting this long," the chief apologizes as he moves inside the small room, closing the door behind him and letting the locks click. "The weather outside is a bit messed up at the moment."
Hongjoong arrived here an hour ago so he has no idea about the current weather conditions outside of these four walls. He got his phone and other devices confiscated before entering the building. The thick concrete build of this place allows for nothing to be heard from outside or even inside, which is crazy. He's that secluded from the world beyond.
Hongjoong remains silent as he watches the older get onto the leather chair that's opposite to him, settling down comfortably and resting his hands on his lap. The silver band around his ring finger glint and Hongjoong can't help but give it a quick look. He still hasn't met Suho's wife nor seen his two-year-old son.
