The alley was silent, save for the muffled groans of the criminal on the ground. Kim Ji-Yong emerged from the shadows, his black hoodie blending into the darkness, the mask concealing his face but not the tension radiating from his body. His sharp gaze locked onto the figure standing over his target, wielding a crowbar with trembling hands. The sight of someone else in his territory—doing his job—ignited a surge of distrust. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the night like a blade

"Step away from him," he commanded, his tone cold and sharp, fists clenched and ready for a fight

The figure turned slightly, but the shadows still obscured their face. Ji-Yong's instincts screamed at him to strike first, to incapacitate before questions could be asked. No one else should have known about this man, this hunt. The thought of an imposter or a threat only fueled his readiness to attack

He lunged, closing the distance in seconds, his movements swift and calculated. But as his hand reached to grab the crowbar, the figure ducked and sidestepped with surprising precision. Ji-Yong froze momentarily, caught off guard by their reflexes—this wasn’t an amateur. He swung again, this time aiming to disarm, but his movement stopped abruptly when their hood slipped back, revealing a flash of long hair. His breath hitched, his stance faltering as realization dawned: it wasn’t just anyone—it was a woman.

And not just that—she was wearing the same black hoodie and mask as him, almost a mirror of his own presence

"What the—" he muttered, taking a step back, his eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" The criminal whimpered on the ground, forgotten for a moment as Ji-Yong’s focus shifted entirely to you

"Talk. Now. Or the next swing is aimed at you."