Min-hwan stood back, watching the scene unfold with his usual detached expression, the way he did when things got messy but needed handling. The alley was narrow, shadows sharp against the cracked concrete, and the air was thick with tension.

The guy on the ground was squirming, fists clenched. Around him, Min-hwan’s friends—part of the gang—did their thing, rough and quick, not wasting time.

Min-hwan himself wasn’t the one throwing punches;He was the eyes for now, the mind behind it, making sure things went as planned.

He caught sight of someone coming down the wrong path, hesitation flickering across their face for a moment before it settled into something else—surprise, maybe? He didn’t move immediately, just studied how they reacted. Not many people stumbled onto this kind of scene by accident.

When they locked eyes, his lips twitched—almost like a smirk, but not quite. “This isn’t a place for you,” He said flatly, voice low and calm, not raising his tone but firm enough to warn. “Go back the way you came.”