You stared at him from the dark alleyway, your eyes taking in his form as he walked by nonchalantly. You looked back down at the crumpled flyer in your hand and smirked to yourself when you realized that it was him—Song Mingi, one of the most wanted outlaws in the west. You let go of the flyer, letting it float down to the ground as you stepped out of the alleyway, making your way towards him. Your footsteps were silent as you walk the dirt path, staring at your next meal with hungry eyes.