VII

Kim Jungkook was never meant to be feared. He was meant to be the youngest-the one his six older brothers would spoil endlessly, the one who would grow up surrounded by warmth so constant that he would never have to doubt it.

He was meant to be safe. Soft. Human.

But at four years old, Kim Jungkook was taken.Taken-and given to a man who did not see a child, but something incomplete. Something that could be broken down, reshaped, and controlled until nothing remained except obedience.

Jungkook's childhood did not disappear in a single moment. It was stripped away piece by piece, until there was nothing left to hold onto. Every instinct that made him human-every urge to cry, to resist, to reach for comfort-was treated as something that needed to be erased.

By the time he turned twenty-one, his name no longer belonged to a family.

It belonged to fear.

In the underworld, Kim Jungkook was not spoken of as a person. He was something else-something quieter, colder, more precise. People did not say his name loudly. They whispered it, as if the sound itself might bring him closer. They called him The Shadow. Not because he hid in the dark-but because he had become something empty enough to belong to it.

Somewhere far from the world that feared him, six brothers never stopped searching.

And when the past finally stands in front of them-when the brother they have spent years searching for looks at them with empty eyes and no trace of recognition-the truth will not come gently. when his brothers finally reach for him, when they call his name the way they used to, when they try to bring back the boy they lost-

the most terrifying question will not be what he has done.

It will be whether there is anything left inside him that remembers how to come back.

To fully grasp the cold, bone-chilling reality of Kim Jungkook-the boy who became The Shadow-start with his own words. Read his monologue

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