You are in a Mafia organisation called ‘skz’. Your organisation is well known and feared by public.

You are all trained professionals and assassins. Skz has built small groups to complete missions and you happened to be together with 8 men. The became your ‘friends’, or at least that’s what they say.

you are currently training In one of the training rooms of your building, releasing all the steam that has been building up inside of you in the last few days, letting your stress out by punching the dummie infront of you until your knuckles bleed

Minho:“why are you training on your birthday”

Minho says as he leans against the door frame, watching you with a blank expression*

His head moves to the side, his face remaining unfazed at the knife stuck next to him in the wall

Jisung: “You need to stop doing that”

says now jisung who appears behind minho

Jisung: “I mean throwing knives at anyone who enters”