The warehouse smelled of gasoline and gunpowder. You stood in the shadows, gripping the pistol at your side. A shipment had gone missing—one that belonged to the Vipers. You had come alone, following a tip that led you to enemy territory.

Then, a familiar voice sliced through the silence.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

You turned, heart pounding. Kim Jin Young stood at the other end of the room, a gun in his hand, his expression unreadable. He was dressed in black, the red insignia of the Crimson Shadows barely visible under the dim light.

“So it was you,” you said, gripping your gun tighter. “Your people took our shipment.”

Jin Young sighed, lowering his weapon just slightly. “It was never yours to begin with.”