"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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The sun was an orange disc hanging low over the horizon, casting long, finger-like shadows across the bustling streets of Daegu. The city thrummed with life, an intricate web of laughter, conversation, and the distant hum of traffic creating a symphony that was both chaotic and beautiful.
It was a city of contrasts, where the ancient and the modern coexisted in an uneasy truce. Amidst the neon lights and high-tech marvels, there were still corners steeped in tradition, whispers of history woven into the fabric of everyday life.
Agust D moved through the streets with purpose, his hood pulled low over his face, his signature red face mask on. He blended effortlessly into the crowd, just another shadow among many, but those who knew him recognized the steely determination in his eyes.
His destination today was a place that stood in stark contrast to the city's gleaming skyscrapers: an abandoned building tucked away in a quieter part of town. Here, the city's forgotten found solace and sustenance, a sanctuary from the harsh realities of the world outside.
The building itself was unremarkable, its exterior worn and weathered by time. But inside, it was a different story. The air was thick with the scent of warm food, mingling with the musty aroma of old, worn-out clothes and the faint tang of disinfectant. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clatter of dishes and the soft rustle of clothing. As Yoongi stepped inside, a hush fell over the space, and all eyes turned towards him.
The homeless community here knew him not just as a benefactor, but as someone who genuinely cared. He had earned their trust through countless acts of kindness, and in return, they often provided him with the valuable information he sought. Today, his quest was more dangerous than usual, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air.
"Agust D," an older man with a weathered face and kind eyes greeted him with a small bow, his voice carrying a note of warmth and familiarity. "Good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Mr. Han." Yoongi's smile was genuine, but his eyes carried a seriousness that spoke of urgent matters. He wasted no time in getting to the point. "I need some information."
The room grew quieter still, ears perking up. There was a palpable sense of anticipation, a collective holding of breath. Yoongi had proven himself time and again, and they knew that when he asked for something, it was important.
"I'm looking for a way to infiltrate an underground base, we suspect it's a remnant of Dragon's main base," Yoongi stated plainly, his gaze sweeping the room, searching for any flicker of recognition or knowledge. Of course he wouldn't tell them the entire truth about what it truly was. He would only spare the basics.
For a moment, silence reigned.
"I saw someone. A man. "
An elderly woman, wrapped in layers of mismatched clothing, spoke up. Her voice was soft but steady, carrying the weight of years and experiences.
