Lost Light | Hyunlix

Who are you?

The dimly lit room was filled with a sense of impending dread as the mafia leaders gathered around the polished table, their discussions heavy with the weight of power and betrayal. At the head of the table sat the boss, a man with a reputation that preceded him, who was extolling the virtues of his prized weapon: Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin is an asset unlike any other," the boss said, gesturing with his glass. "He's turned every operation into a success. We will use him more strategically from now on."

As if on cue, Hyunjin sauntered into the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. His presence was magnetic yet terrifying, a walking nightmare for those who dared cross him. He took a seat, his eyes cold and detached as he surveyed the room, a ghost of his former self lurking in the shadows.

"Here's to more bloodshed," Hyunjin muttered, raising his glass. The others chuckled nervously, aware that the line between admiration and fear was razor-thin.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a loud shot echoed through the room, shattering the tension. The sound of glass breaking filled the air as a bullet whizzed past Hyunjin's ear, shattering the window behind him. Instinctively, he dropped to the ground, the whiskey spilling from his glass, pooling around him like a macabre omen.

"Get down!" one of the bosses shouted, but it was too late. Another shot rang out, and the boss's head exploded in a spray of crimson, his lifeless body slumping forward onto the table.

Hyunjin was frozen in shock, his mind racing. As chaos erupted around him, he instinctively lunged towards the fallen body of his boss, gripping it tightly as if it could shield him from the madness. The other leaders scrambled for cover, their voices blending into a cacophony of panic.

Out of the chaos, a figure emerged, clad in black and moving with the precision of a predator. The young man, his face obscured by a mask, grinned as he aimed his sniper rifle, the gleam of his weapon reflecting the flickering light of the room.

"Looks like the boss is out of the game," the masked figure taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "And you're all just a bunch of rats!"

Hyunjin felt a surge of anger and confusion. The guards, once so fierce and loyal, scattered like leaves in the wind, abandoning their leader. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he shot to his feet, determination fueling him.

"Hey!" he shouted, taking aim at the intruder. But before he could react, the figure darted forward, tackling him to the ground. They crashed onto the floor, the air knocked out of Hyunjin's lungs.

Pinned beneath the weight of his assailant, Hyunjin struggled to break free, but the masked figure was relentless. He caught a glimpse of the young man's smirk, and for a moment, everything felt surreal.

The mask slipped off, and Hyunjin's breath caught in his throat. "Felix?" he gasped, disbelief washing over him.

Felix's eyes glimmered with a mix of determination and sorrow, but Hyunjin felt nothing familiar in his gaze. Instead, it was as if he was looking at a stranger. "You're not the person I knew anymore," Felix said, his voice steady but laced with pain.

Hyunjin's heart raced, memories flooding back—fragments of laughter, warmth, love—now overshadowed by the darkness that had consumed him. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, struggling beneath Felix's weight.

"I'm here to end this," Felix replied, his grip tightening. "To save you."

"Save me?" Hyunjin spat, rage igniting in his chest. "You have no idea what I've become."

Felix's expression softened for just a moment before he pushed himself up, letting Hyunjin regain his footing. "I know you're still in there," he said earnestly. "But this isn't who you are. You don't have to do this."

Hyunjin stood there, breathless and torn between the ghosts of his past and the reality of his present. He glanced back at the body of his fallen boss, the blood pooling around them like a dark tide. "What do you know about me?" he challenged, his voice low.

"I know you're better than this," Felix replied, stepping closer, their eyes locking. "I won't let you slip away again. Not like this."

As the adrenaline faded, Hyunjin felt the weight of his choices crashing down on him. The darkness whispered, promising power and escape, but Felix stood there, a flicker of hope in the abyss. "You don't understand, i don't feel anymore, i lost him." Hyunjin whispered, his voice cracking.

"Then help me understand," Felix urged, his eyes pleading. "We can fight this together, I am here, you didn't lose me."

For a moment, time stood still. The chaos around them faded into a distant hum, and in that fragile moment, Hyunjin felt the remnants of his former self stirring. But before he could respond, the distant wail of sirens grew louder, pulling them back to reality.

"Hyunjin!" Felix exclaimed, urgency flashing across his face. "We need to get out of here—now!"

Hyunjin hesitated, torn between the life he had built in darkness and the chance of redemption that Felix offered. He glanced back one last time at the chaos—the bodies, the blood—and made a choice that would change everything. "Let's go," he said, steeling himself for the uncertain path ahead.

As they dashed out of the room, the weight of the past lingered, but for the first time in a long time, hope flickered in Hyunjin's heart.