Jungkook leaned against the cold metal rail of the prison yard, the sun slicing through the overcast sky like a blade. Ten years in a cage—and for what? For chasing shadows, for indulging in a darkness that now lingered in the corners of his mind like a persistent ghost. His fists tightened as memories flooded him—screams of fear, the faces of girls he'd haunted

He was a pariah released into a world that had moved on without him. The streets, once familiar, now felt foreign and unwelcoming. As he trudged back to his old neighborhood, Jungkook felt the weight of his past pressing down like an iron shackle. The houses he passed seemed to stand as witness to his misdeeds, their windows shuttered against the memories that clawed at his consciousness

Jungkook: Night fell quickly, wrapping the world in a cloak of darkness. Jungkook's heart raced as he roamed the streets, a restless predator in search of something he couldn't quite define