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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A few days later, I found myself in the dim, isolated surveillance room deep within my house, a space I had fortified with hidden monitors that displayed feeds from all around my property. The screens cast an eerie, flickering glow across my face, illuminating the cold determination in my eyes. I sat in silence, watching as grainy footage captured the movements of Viper, Blaze, my sister, and Yeonjun—betrayer, traitor, someone who had once been trusted. Anger simmered low in my chest, a steady burn that kept me focused. I'd spent hours here, tracking their movements, observing them as they gathered, schemed, and no doubt planned how to bring me down. They were probably emboldened by their numbers, by the belief that I was vulnerable.
But they couldn't have been more wrong.
The Midnight Reapers, my true allies, were already on high alert, prepared for the instant they were needed. Everyone was stationed and ready, a silent but deadly force waiting in the wings. I knew this confrontation would come—it was inevitable. And if they thought they could catch me off guard, they were about to be reminded of exactly who they were dealing with.
The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the low hum of the monitors. I leaned forward, studying their faces on the screen, committing every detail to memory. My sister moved with that smug confidence I'd come to know too well, her eyes glittering with malicious intent. Viper and Blaze flanked her like loyal hounds, muscles taut and expressions set in anticipation. And there, standing just behind them, was Yeonjun, his face a mask of grim determination that barely hid the fear flickering in his eyes. He thought he'd chosen the winning side, thought betrayal would secure his future. It would be his biggest mistake.
And then, it happened. A thunderous crack shattered the silence as my front door was kicked in, the force of it reverberating through the house like a gunshot. I took one last look at the screens, watching them storm through my entryway, led by my sister. She wore a twisted smile, already convinced of her victory, each step of hers and her entourage bold, assured, as they moved through my space as if they owned it.
I turned away from the monitors, rising slowly from my chair, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me. My heart was a steady drumbeat, each pulse sharpening my focus, my senses tuned to the approaching footsteps echoing through the halls. I'd been waiting for this moment, steeling myself for it, letting my anger settle into something cold and controlled. As they neared the door to the surveillance room, I positioned myself calmly, letting my gaze harden, my hands steady.
The door to the room swung open with a creak, and there she stood—my sister, framed by the dim light, her face set in a look of smug triumph, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Behind her, Viper and Blaze loomed like shadows, their faces twisted into smirks, muscles tensed in preparation. And there, on the edge, was Yeonjun, his gaze darting nervously around the room, betraying a hint of the fear he was trying so hard to suppress.
I held her gaze, unwavering, my own expression cold, unyielding, and let a slow, dangerous smile pull at the corners of my mouth.
"So," I said, my voice slicing through the silence, calm but laced with an edge sharp enough to draw blood. "You've finally decided to show up."
