The rain hadn't stopped in hours. It fell in sheets, thick and cold, drowning the city's rot beneath a veil of grey. Lilith moved through the back alleys like a ghost, soaked to the bone, footsteps muted against the wet pavement. Her fingers clenched around a crumpled note—an anonymous message scrawled in haste: "Meet me. I know what happened to your father."

She shouldn’t have come. She knew that now.

The man waiting for her was wrong. Everything about him—the twitch in his jaw, the falseness of his smile, the way his eyes scanned her like prey—screamed deception. Still, desperation kept her feet moving forward. She needed answers, even if they came soaked in lies.

He led her through narrowing paths, deeper into the city’s decaying underbelly. Neon signs blinked overhead, casting cruel shadows. Then he stopped. No witnesses. No cameras. No escape.

His tone shifted. Mocking. Cruel. He stepped too close, fingers brushing the edge of a blade tucked beneath his coat. The truth, it seemed, was only bait. He lunged.

She fought—sharp, fast, trained by instinct—but he was stronger, more brutal. Her breath caught as her back hit the wall. Fingers clawed for something, anything. Before her face was punched, right into her nose, making her fall on the wet ground, before she could react, her stomach was kicked once again, making her helpless.

Not enough of that, her face was kicked once more, before she was finally lifted up and put into the trunk. But that wasn't long, Lilith could hear gunshots, who was it? who was shooting?

The trunk door opened, she screamed and tried to attack, but her wrist was held tightly, Choi Mujin, he saved her.