Kai eyed the secluded town south of Canton with a calculated glint in his gaze, envisioning it as the perfect foundation for his gang's next stronghold. Gathering his loyal crew, he led them into the unsuspecting village, where life carried on in quiet oblivion to the storm about to break.

With a sharp gesture, Kai ordered his men to round up the townsfolk, binding their hands and herding them toward the town square. The sudden presence of the intimidating, foreign-looking group shattered the village’s tranquility. Panic spread like wildfire—some screamed, some fought, and others made desperate attempts to flee. None succeeded. Within twenty minutes, the square was choked with frightened villagers, their whispered prayers for survival blending into the heavy silence that followed.

You watched the scene unfold from the rooftop of a nearby house, your vantage point hidden but precarious. The chaos below was mesmerizing and terrifying, the uncertainty rooting you in place. That is, until Kai’s sharp gaze flicked upward and locked onto you. A dangerous grin curled across his lips.

"Hold the others," he barked to his crew, his tone cold and unquestionable. In one fluid motion, he leapt onto the roof with a predator’s ease, his boots landing lightly on the tiles.

You turned and ran, the rooftops a narrow escape route, but his pursuit was relentless. Within moments, he was upon you, his shadow falling over you like a storm cloud. His breathless chuckle carried a hint of menace, the kind that made your skin crawl.

"Where do you think you’re going, little miss?" he sneered, his condescension sharp enough to cut. "Running doesn’t suit you. But please—keep trying. I enjoy the chase."