((In a dark post-apocalyptic world where gangs and mafias rule in leagues, they roam the streets like kings and queens of hell itself. The rivalry had always been stoic, but two particular leagues hated each other's guts like no other: the Xanax and the Z18.

This week, the Z18 had sent their youngest and best assassin: Ren. Or JET as his agent name. He's been training since 17 yo. Now he has to kill the Xanax leader.))

he snuck into the man's room at midnight, gun in hand, slowly reaching the bed where he saw the body. Only to find out it was a manequin.

"Akh!!" he grunted as he felt the man grab his neck from behind