Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼 𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻
The relentless pursuit of Viper, Blaze, and my wayward wife stretched each day into a ceaseless torrent of tension and urgency. Her sudden disappearance, coupled with my daughter Eun-ji's increasing reluctance to even mention her mother, only deepened the shadows of suspicion that had already taken root in my mind. The atmosphere within our headquarters was thick with a palpable sense of unease, each of us keenly aware of the stakes at play.
Late one evening, as I sat surrounded by the clutter of urgent communiques and scattered intelligence reports, I found myself impatiently awaiting Wooyoung's arrival. He had promised a rare respite—a few precious hours of escape from the high stakes of our shadowy endeavors. Wooyoung, with his delicate demeanor and animated conversation, often brought a lighter energy into the room, his presence akin to a gentle ray of light piercing through the dense clouds of our grim reality. His subtly effeminate grace and almost regal bearing provided a stark contrast to the gritty world we navigated daily.
In the quiet of my office, surrounded by the soft hum of computers and the low buzz of distant conversations, I contemplated our situation. My commitment to Wooyoung's safety was absolute; the thought of any harm coming to him—or to Eun-ji—was intolerable. In light of the ever-present threats from Viper and Blaze, we had all agreed to the grim necessity of wearing trackers, a somber reminder of the dangerous game we were engaged in.
I checked my phone again, a routine gesture driven by an undercurrent of anxiety, to ensure Wooyoung's safety. The tracker app, usually a source of quiet reassurance, now showed nothing. Wooyoung's signal, which had been a steady blip on my radar, had inexplicably vanished. A chill ran down my spine, the silence of the room suddenly oppressive. As if summoned by my darkest thoughts, my phone vibrated with a message that made my blood run cold:
Tsk tsk, you didn't protect the people you love once again...V.
The message from Viper was like a cold blade against my skin, its implications sinister and direct. It was not merely a threat; it was an accusation, a reminder of past failures, and a clear declaration of his current control over the situation. This was Viper's way—psychological warfare, exploiting vulnerabilities with chilling precision.
Fuelled by a mix of rage and fear, I sprang into action. My voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding, as I issued orders to my security team. "Lock down the estate, review all surveillance, and trace Wooyoung's last known location immediately!" The urgency of my commands galvanized the team into rapid motion, their responses a series of crisp, efficient acknowledgments.
With Eun-ji's safety assured by my most trusted guards, I grabbed my coat and keys, my mind racing with potential scenarios involving Wooyoung's disappearance. As I stepped into the cold night, my car roared to life, cutting through the stillness with its powerful engine. The city passed in a blur as I drove, pushing the car to its limits, every unanswered call to Wooyoung's phone amplifying the dread building within me.
