Night had fallen over the Undercity. The moon had been shining its weak light over the wet streets of the city. The city had been thriving in its HUB – the centre of the city’s entertainment – even on a stuffy night like so didn’t deter people from going out.
The Undercity always appeared livelier at night and the reason for it being so could never be truly understood – most assume it was the way people didn’t sleep until the unholy hours of the morning while others insisted it was the buzz of the city lights in every corner. The city wasn’t the most glamourous looking, if anything it was a wealthy one but a rough around the edges type.
In a city like the Undercity, it was riddled with the Korean Mafia and the Yakuza. The two organisations had a sort of understanding – the need to operate in a brittle harmony of co-existence while in almost friendly competition in an ever present struggle over stomping grounds and power.
Even then, the risky atmosphere didn’t stop the neon lights from being bright and it didn’t stop its people’s fast and dangerous way of life where the stakes were always high.
People gambled and risked everything for their fifteen seconds of fame amongst the cutthroat game for drugs, guns and money. However, even as the hours grew later, people tended to cling to the HUB of the city centre where the clubs didn’t sleep and neither did the casinos and hotels.
It was a little shy of two in the morning and the dying howls of traffic into the city centre were fading into the darkness. A dark ‘92 Chevy Impala lurked through the wet streets, clinging to the velvet night like its shadow. It purred in its glide against the wet tar, the loose gravel grinding under the weight of the mechanical beast as it headed towards the outer districts of the city.
The sleek car pulled into an empty parking lot – a shopping complex found in the outskirts of the city. Three men sat lazily in the idling car – the low hum from the engine was drowned out by the wailing sirens that echoed from the streets.
“This is the place, right?” The blonde driver called out as his hand tightened over the steering wheel in an anxious habit.
“Yeah, that’s the one. It’s the last on that the Boss ordered the hit on,” replied his dark skinned friend, who was sprawled out in the backseat.
“That store over there? Why would we do a hit on that one? Denzel, this looks too easy.” The driver furrowed his eyebrows in a perplexed manner as he regarded his partner in the backseat.
“Shut up already! It’s the last one for us. You guys have been complaining since the first stop.” The figure in the passenger seat had snapped at the chatty males.
“Yeah, but that’s only because we usually get some sort of explanation.” James, the driver, spoke up.
“The chain of stores that we’ve targeted belongs to a friend who owes our Boss a lot of money. We just have to set an example of what will happen to all of his businesses when he doesn’t pay on time.” The voice was unusually soft and slightly accented but drawled in the reply as the man threw an onceover look to the shop entrance.
“Obviously the favourite must know.” Denzel snipped. The sandy blonde in the passenger seat snorted and lolled his head toward his two associates.
“Favourite? Hardly the case, unlike you assholes, I’m forced to play nice around the old man because I know better than to ask for a personal bullet up my ass from him.” Tae retorted, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.
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BLUE ROSE CROWN | Lee Taemin | Kim Kai
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