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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

"Take me to Lonely Street, 304." Hyunjin's bag flew ahead into the cab before he got into the back. The driver nodded and scratched his mustache as he waited to merge into traffic.

Hyunjin stuffed his headphones into his ears and let Doja Cat play. It was going to be the official start of the contract today. This was safely stored at the bottom of the bag. It was buried under some clothes and necessary things; money, a toothbrush, and lubricants.

Hyunjin waited for Jeongin to prepare for his club shift before heading out. The cab chugged through the packed streets.

The newly-opened musical had its debut audition tonight. Cars with strange license plates, streams of people on pedestrian paths - all this happened at least once a week in a big city like this.

Hyunjin slid deeper into his seat. Jeongin's words kept his mind wandering.

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"Be careful, this guy isn't entirely kosher." Jeongin had the contract spread out on the table in front of him. He read through it all, chewing on his breakfast as he did so.
"Why?"
Jeongin shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, it's a gut feeling."

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Slowly but surely, the cab drove out of the city center, gradually leaving the rest of the civilian population behind.

Hyunjin looked out over the vast greenery. An eerie fog formed above and hovered in the distance. It was a clear night and the moon was already crawling out of its hiding place.

Hyunjin would never come to terms with the idea that some of these palaces they were passing were used maybe twice a year. It's like a mansion for the time in between.

The building where they worked the other day came closer. Hyunjin pulled his headphones out of his ears and sat up straighter. He wiped his hands on his pants. A small smile formed on his lips.

The car turned down a side street. You could hear the gravel vibrating under the tires. It shook Hyunjin back to reality.

"We're here," the driver grumbled. Hyunjin nodded. He saw the white door open. Man number one stepped out. He walked down the stairs. "He's payin'."

Hyunjin grabbed his bag and left. It took a moment for the cold to catch up with him. He put his head back and looked up at the building. Smooth black walls, and windows, with white doors. "Stylish yeah..." he muttered. He heard the car drive away behind him.

Shortly after, he heard Man one next to him. "You okay?"

Hyunjin looked at him, smiling. "Sure!"

"Follow me please." With that, he strode ahead, up the wide stairs to the entrance. The entrance hall (which alone alienated Hyunjin) could not be described as anything other than dramatic. And despite it was designed in a very minimalistic way.

A thick carpet filled the room, a modern intricately twisted lamp hung from the ceiling, and art lined the wall. Hyunjin wouldn't grasp the meaning even after hours of looking at it. Pieces like this remembered him why he chose to do what he does. Some people get to be born into this pretentious, rich, glorious lifestyle; where you understood what the paintings portrayed. 

Hyunjin was never that person. He had one side, one mind and it is a simple one. He never wasted a thought into yearning for the artistic freedom behind a piece. Havana was what gave him his outlet to live out the rush. That's all he needed. All he was ever going to need. 

"This way." The Man headed for the opposite staircase. "This is Mr. Han's private mansion."

Hyunjin followed him. His gaze wandered through the hall as he ran up the stairs. Unlike senior Han's house, it seemed domestic here. Although there was something oppressively frightening in the air. Hyunjin was not fazed by this and kept walking.