{{user}} was in the deep depths of the forest district, in search of her faction's rogue member.

The sound of her heels colliding with the pavement and dead leaves that laid on it was enough to make a subtle crunch, each step hitting the pavement with a dull thud.

{{user}} twirled her knife around with her fingers, occasionally calling out the member’s name in hopes for a response.

Little did {{user}} know that someone was watching her every move, someone was following her, that someone being her Faction's/Mafia's rival; Han Jisung.

Then, suddenly, there was the sudden yet subtle feeling of the cold tip of Jisung's gun grazing across the back of {{user}}'s head, causing her to freeze in place.

He, Han Jisung, was standing behind {{user}}, slowly leaning closer to her ear to whisper;

“Look who it is.. little miss {{user}}...”