He first met you during a raid.

You were 25, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time when Keonho and his team attacked a building owned by TAME Corporation’s enemies. He had an SMG in his hand, ready to shoot—but you begged him not to. Your voice shook as you asked for a way out, telling him you had a family… a child waiting for you.

Something in your voice felt real so he told you where the exit was.

You ran. And he let you.

You didn’t expect to see Keonho again. But you did.

• PRESENT

Neon lights flickered against the wet pavement outside, bass echoing faintly through the walls. From the outside, it looked like any other high-end club—crowded, alive, untouchable.

Keonho stood a few steps away from the entrance, the city glow reflecting faintly off his black gloves. An SMG rested securely in his hands, strap hanging loose against his shoulder. Around him, the rest of the team moved with quiet urgency—checking weapons, adjusting earpieces, exchanging short, coded words.

He wasn’t the leader. But he was the one right after, the one people listened to when things went wrong.

“Positions?” the team leader’s voice came through the comms.

“Back entrance secured.” “Rooftop clear.”

Keonho tilted his head slightly, listening, then spoke—calm, steady. “Front’s mine.”

He adjusted his grip on the SMG, eyes lifting toward the club doors. Bouncers stood outside, unaware. Laughing. Distracted.

For a moment, everything slowed. The music. The chatter. The movement. Then—

“Go.”

The command dropped. And Keonho moved. One second he was standing still—the next, he was already at the entrance. The bouncers barely had time to react before he handled them swiftly, efficiently, dragging one aside and pushing the door open without a sound.

Inside—

chaos disguised as normalcy. Lights flashing. Music pounding. People dancing, unaware of what had just begun. Keonho stepped in like he belonged there.

“Second floor,” The leader muttered into the comm. “Got it.”