March For Mercy 《Seventeen》

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《This is the end?》

The warehouse is dimly lit, filled with the eerie glow of flickering overhead lights.

Various weapons and equipment, including those stolen from the team, are scattered around. The air is thick with dust and the smell of oil and metal.

Kim Doyoung sits at a table, his face illuminated by the dim light.

"This is just the beginning." He whispered to himself.

Doyoung meticulously inspects the stolen weapons, his face a mask of cold determination.

"So this is what they’ve become. Using these weapons against everyone who crosses them." Doyoung said as he picked up a sleek handgun, turning it over in his hands.

"They think they can just take lives and move on. But they don’t get to forget. They don’t get to walk away from what they did to Taeyong." He whispered.

"Taeyong was everything to me. And they took him away. They took him away because of their power plays and their greed." He slams the handgun down onto a table, the sound echoing through the warehouse.

"I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done. I’ll use every weapon they’ve given me to make sure they know the pain they’ve caused." He paced back and forth.

Doyoung walks over to a makeshift map on the wall, pinned with various notes and photos of the team. He focuses on Seungcheol’s picture, glaring at it with a seething intensity.

"Seungcheol, do you believe you can hide behind your power and your team? Do you consider yourself untouchable? That your little operation can’t be brought down? I will show them just how wrong you are. I’ll find you and make sure you understand the cost of your actions. You have taken Taeyong from me; now it is my opportunity to take everything from you."

He picks up a photo of Taeyong from the table, holding it close. "Taeyong… I’m going to make them suffer for you. I won’t let your death be in vain, Taeyong. I’ll make sure they pay for every tear, every ounce of pain they caused." He whispered softly.

He sets the picture down as he turns back to the weapons, a plan taking shape in his mind. He starts arranging the weapons methodically, preparing for his next moves.

"You wanted a fight? Then you’ll get one. And I’ll make sure it’s one you’ll never forget." He smiled darkly as he began loading a weapon.

"This is for Taeyong. This is for us."