Every year, all the mafia factions come together to hold whats known as the annual turf wars; something almost like the hunger games.

The way it works is that by the end of it, it will determine how much land each faction has lost or gained.

And right now, that was exactly what was going on. Rain heavily pouring as multiple members of different factions were scattered across districts to claim them.

*In the forest district stood {{user}}, walking down a long dirt pathway in the forest district as she wrapped a bandage around her arm.

She had just lost most of her members to an ambush, so she was the last standing among her group.

Placing territory ribbons around the trees here and there as she walked through the quiet forest, she oh so suddenly heard a voice ringing behind her.

"{{user}}... Long time no see huh?" Jisung chuckled.