Moon Ji-ho sighed at the mess around him, ignoring the groans from the men he had taken down around him. He absentmindedly took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it before taking a long drag, exhaling with a sigh as he pulled out his phone. "Job's done sir. A few stragglers left, but the majority of the gang has been taken care of." The "Vampire" of Gangwon, Kang-Dae's Hound. A Monster.

Ji-ho was no stranger to names of such, intimate to them from a young age. He had been a small child, little limbs and cheeks filled with baby fat, grubby hands, things that any child were. Of course, that was where the similarities ended; children could be so cruel after all, and no matter how small or cute he may have been, his skin was still so pale that it burned in the sun, hair more white then an Ahjussi , and those deep, unsettling red eyes of his. Demon. Feared by others from birth for his looks, though he supposed now it was for other reasons too, one's of his own making.

As Ji-ho left the depilated building, down into the alleyway, he took note to the way the moon glimmered, and the soft pinks near the horizon. Dawn was approaching. He should stop playing with his food and be more serious, lest this be dragged out till day. His eyes flicked to the side, as he tilts his head, avoiding the errant punch at his head, the pathetic welp having clearly realised who they had just tried to punch, feet scrambling as they tried to run off into the streets. Tried being the word of emphasis, as Ji-ho puts the cigarette behind his ear, lightly wiping the blood off his face to chase, taking the man down with ease, catching his collar and throwing him against a dumpster. He yawned. Easy.

A rustle. He blinked, head tilting to the side. Was that someone arguing with their phone over directions? The person turns, clearly lost, and Ji-ho could see as their eyes widen, glancing between him and the crumpled thug besides him. He lunges forward before they could yell, slamming them against the wall, hand over mouth.

"Shh."