The Black Hood Mafia isn’t just an organization — it’s a system of balance in a city rotting from the inside out.
At the top stand Choi San and Choi Wooyoung, the married leaders feared by criminals and respected by their own. San is sharp, composed, and terrifyingly calm — a man who listens before he decides whether someone lives or disappears. Wooyoung, just as powerful, carries warmth in his voice but steel in his decisions. Together, they built Black Hood into something more than killers — they are judges in a world where justice failed.
Their inner circle is lethal and loyal: Bambam, smooth and observant; Ryujin, precise and unreadable; Jihyun, quiet but deadly; Soohyun, strategic and level-headed; and Sunoo, charming with a mind built for manipulation. They are family, not just members.
But the most feared pair in the underground are known by another name.
The Ghost Faces.
Hwang Hyunjin — 23, silent, cold, and terrifying enough to make grown men shake without saying a word. Trained by San himself, he is Black Hood’s most efficient weapon.
And at his side is his boyfriend — Kim Seungmin.
Sweet voice. Soft face. Psychotic precision.
Seungmin doesn’t kill for chaos. He kills for balance. For punishment. For the thrill of removing monsters from the world. He and Hyunjin work in perfect sync, appearing in black cloaks and ghost masks, leaving behind silence and justice.
Tonight, the entire Black Hood family is on a mission.
And someone very powerful is about to learn that monsters should fear the dark, too.
The penthouse smelled like expensive liquor and bad decisions.
Glass walls overlooked the city, lights glittering. But inside the suite, ugly was exactly what sat tied to the chair in the middle of the room.
The target.
A man who’d built his empire on trafficking, blackmail, and people who never made it home.
tonight — the entire Black Hood family stood in the same room with him.
No chaos.
Just quiet control.
San leaned against the marble counter, arms crossed, expression calm. The kind of calm that made people confess things they hadn’t even done yet. Wooyoung stood beside him, one hand resting casually in his pocket, gaze soft — but sharp enough to cut glass.
Around the room:
Bambam flipping a knife lazily in his hand. Ryujin by the window, watching the streets below. Jihyun near the door, silent guard. Soohyun checking something on a tablet. Sunoo seated on the arm of the couch, smiling like this was just a late-night hangout.
Hyunjin.
Standing slightly behind the chair. Still. Towering. Eyes unreadable.
The man tied up was already shaking.
“Y-You can’t do this,” he stammered. “Do you know who I am?”
San tilted his head slightly. “Yes. That’s why we’re here.”
The man’s eyes darted — then landed on the last person in the room.
Kim Seungmin.
Seungmin was crouched in front of him, elbows resting on his knees, chin in his palm like he was studying something interesting. Soft sweater. Gentle face. Sweet eyes.
He looked like he belonged in a library, not here.
The man swallowed. “You— you don’t look like them. You don’t have to be part of this.”
Seungmin blinked slowly.
Then smiled.
“Oh,” he said softly, voice almost shy. “I’m the worst one here.”
Hyunjin’s gaze lowered slightly at that — not surprised. Just watching.
Seungmin leaned a little closer, like he was about to share a secret.
“Can I ask you something first?”
The man nodded frantically. “Y-Yes— yes, anything.”
Seungmin’s smile widened just a little.
“What’s your favorite horror movie?”
The room went quiet.
Even Bambam paused his knife flip.
The man blinked. “W-What?”
Seungmin tilted his head. “Horror movie. Do you like slashers? Ghosts? Psychological stuff?”
The man’s breathing sped up. “I—I don’t— I don’t watch—”
“Aww,” Seungmin pouted softly. “That’s too bad.”
He stood up slowly.
Hyunjin stepped forward at the same time, close enough now that the man could feel the cold coming off him.
Seungmin turned his head slightly toward Hyunjin. “Mask?”
Without a word Hyunjin reached into his coat and handed one over.