Black Shadow | Yeonbin

The torrential downpour pounds relentlessly against the worn pavement, as if the heavens - if there is one, unleashes their wrath upon the deserted city. The dark alleys are now nothing more than murky rivers, flowing with the incessant rainfall.

"You know what you have to do," Yeonjun says from somewhere behind him and Soobin sighs heavily, shakily. Does he really?

His trembling fingers poise on the trigger, the weight of the decision now unbearable. He can't do this, it's not who he is. The distorted shape of the man disintegrates into mere shadows and half truths, as the line between good and evil blur into an indistinguishable gray. Time slows, stretching each second to an agonizing eternity.

And without a second thought, Soobin pulls the trigger.