Sand and Sparrow

Chapter 1

Seoul, South Korea.

Heavy rain poured in the night; flashes of lightning powerfully ripped the sky like a piece of paper.

A few blocks in a deserted street lies an old building that served as a hideout for syndicates. From the dark, a mysterious figure lurked in a corner. Like the speed of lightning, it moved swiftly until a soft moan was heard, and a lifeless body of a man collapsed on the ground. Then another one felt the cold blade on his neck, without making a sound, his throat was slit in a heartbeat. Another guard whimpered to his final death, but before he loses his breath he caught a glimpse of a shadowy human figure stabbed his companion.

Then the shadow entered the building. A man with a gun attacked but like the fate of others, in one swift of a sharp blade severed his throat causing thick blood to flow down from his neck. Within seconds, he dropped on his knees with eyes wide open. A pair of black boots passed in front of his lifeless eyes, and it moved without a sound.

Amidst the harrowing darkness, the raindrops were turned into a rhythm; the sound of the storm transformed into an orchestra of a deadly melody. The shadow elegantly trailed across the hallway, in a calculating speed, the throats of unsuspecting victims were cleaved, blown brains were scattered on the wall by a silencer and knives were thrown to their bodies with perfect precision.

The cold breeze had entered the open windows, causing the stench of walls to reek a foul odor. The pungency of human waste and old wet concrete emanated a dirty air from a gust of wind. Dimmed, flickering lights on the dusty ceiling guided the hallways. Water dripped somewhere, echoing a hollowed noise across the corridors.

Inside the office, the boss was seated on a chair and in a hurry to load ammunition inside the gun. His shaking hands could barely hold it, making him drop a few bullets on the floor. Then a bolt of lightning ripped the sky once again. A flash of light gleamed on his face, and the lamp over table flared. He flinched when he heard the thunder, the sound was like a huge boulder thrown from above and shook the ground. The loud noises of nature caused him to fidget. Then, the thunderbolt seemed to mock him by sending tremors through the windows, as if an earthquake had occurred. "I-I'm going to k-kill you." He anxiously hissed while placing the revolver over the table. He received a phone call from one of his men, he knew what transpired, and ready to face his enemy.

The door slammed open.

"B-boss...y-you must leave." His henchman arrived at the door, catching his breath and staggering towards him. Extreme loss of blood caused him to kneel on the floor, facing the table until he collapsed.

"Fuck," The boss uttered in terror, his henchman was dying in front of him with a dagger stuck on the spine. He watched the blood slowly flowed down on the carpet. The man had a temporary seizure, the feet trembled at the floor, and then loses his breath in a snap.

"27..." a mysterious voice counted the deaths through the narrow hallway. Using the gun with a silencer, the locks were destroyed on every door as it fired a silent shot again and again.

Out of nowhere, the lightning echoed through the night once more, sending shrills to the skin, the sound of thunder screamed like a banshee in the midst of hell.

BANG! BANG!

The boss kept on firing the gun when he spotted a figure standing near the door, but the shadow just stood, it seemed staring at him. It watched him from afar without the slightest fear. The man fired his gun again, but the bullets failed to penetrate, falling off like pieces of crumpled paper. The shadow slowly emerged from the dark, wearing black long sleeves and pants with bullet holes on the chest and stomach and exposing the smooth
white skin coming from the bullets. He fired again, but to no avail, only to see the cartridges resembled like a speck of dust wiped off from the clothes. "You ruined my shirt again," a voice of a woman spoke to him with annoyance.