𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔⭑.ᐟ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 (✔)

chapter 08

The Last Call, Co. Bar, Roppongi

The neon lights outside the club flickered erratically, casting shifting colors across the pavement as we stepped inside, immediately swallowed by the overwhelming pulse of music and bodies moving in chaotic rhythm. The air was thick with alcohol, sweat, and expensive Channel perfume, clinging to the skin in a way that made everything feel heavier, slower, more dangerous.

My gaze moved carefully through the loud crowd, unhurried yet precise, taking in every face without drawing attention to myself. To be honest, anyone watching would assume I was just another girl searching for someone in the sea of strangers, but in reality, I was searching for the  targets.

Beside me, Ran stood with his effortless composure, his presence calm but sharp, like a blade hidden beneath silk. Without looking directly at me, he adjusted his gloves, already aware of what I had found.

"They're here," I murmured quietly, my voice barely audible beneath the music.

"I know," he replied, equally soft, though there was a faint amusement in his tone.

3 traitors. Three men who thought they could betray Bonten and disappear into the world as if nothing had happened. They had chosen the wrong place to hide.

"They're near the bar," I added, my eyes briefly settling on their figures. "Already drunk."

Ran's lips curved slightly. "That makes things easier."

Without another word, we separated seamlessly, blending into opposite sides of the crowd as if we had never arrived together in the first place.

The first man didn't notice me until it was too late.

He staggered slightly, drink loosely held in his hand, his laughter loud and careless in a way that made it obvious he felt safe here. I approached him directly, timing my steps before colliding with his shoulder just hard enough to seem accidental.

"Oh—sorry," I said, lowering my gaze as if embarrassed.

"Hey, girli—" I didn't even let him finish.

My hand moved swiftly, striking the precise point at the back of his neck with controlled force. His body immediately went limp, collapsing forward before I caught him, pressing closer as though I were simply helping him stay upright.

To everyone else, it looked like I was supporting a drunk stranger.

In reality, he was already unconscious.

Suppressing a quiet sigh of disgust at the smell of alcohol clinging to him, I dragged him toward a darker corner where fewer people paid attention, adjusting my grip to keep him steady. When I glanced up, I immediately found Ran.

Two bodies already lay at his feet. Of course they did.

He stood there as if nothing had happened, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes met mine briefly before shifting toward the exit. The message was clear.

We were done here.

Moving quickly, I pulled the unconscious man along, the weight of him becoming more apparent with every step as we slipped out of the club and into the cool night air. The sudden quiet felt almost jarring after the chaos inside.

A truck was already waiting.

Ran arrived moments later, handling his two targets with ease as we loaded the bodies into the back. The dull sound of impact echoed briefly before the doors shut, sealing them inside.

Neither of us spoke. There was no need. Although this was the first mission I got sent on, it already felt like a routine, precise, efficient and quick, exactly what I like to work with.