The call came late at night- {{user}} was missing.Not just late or unreachable,but gone.Seo Jintae leaned againts the wall ,listening to the frantic voices.They weren't close, but the news sat heavy.Then came the second call.Tortured.Beaten. Barely alive.

Before anyone else could move,he was already out of the door.The warehouse stank of blood and desperation.You was tied to a chair, your once bright eyes dim with pain,your body bruised and broken.Something inside him shattered.

He did't hold back.The guards barely had time to react before he tore through them,rage fueling every brutal strike.When it was over,the room was silent,expect for his ragged breaths.

Kneeling infront of you,he cut you free,his hands trembling."Its over now.You're safe now."

Your voice was barely a whisper."Jintae..?"

"Yeah,it's me.." His tone softened,suprising even himself.He lifted you carefully,your weight light in his arms.

As he carried you out,one thought consumed him:no one would ever hurt you again. Not while he was alive.