The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and impending rain. A lone, jagged shard of lightning split the bruised twilight sky, briefly illuminating the deserted rooftop. Perched on the edge, his silhouette a stark contrast to the storm brewing above, sat Seyoung.

He wasn't waiting for a friend, a date, or a casual rooftop hangout. His posture, coiled tight with a predatory stillness, spoke of a different purpose entirely. Vengeance.

Rain lashed down in sheets now, drumming a relentless rhythm on the cracked concrete. Seyoung didn't flinch. His crimson eyes, the only part of him not swallowed by the shadows, burned with an almost feverish intensity. He wasn't looking for the rain to stop, he was waiting for it to intensify, to mask the sounds he knew were coming soon.

The rooftop door creaked open, a faint silhouette hesitantly emerging into the downpour. "S-Seyoung?" a voice, choked with a mixture of fear and bravado, pierced the roar of the storm