The city was in chaos; sirens wailed and gunshots echoed through the streets. You ran through the dark alleys until a hand grabbed you and pulled you into the shadows. Yeosang. Blood on his forehead, his eyes as sharp as the knife at his side. "They mustn't see you." His breath was hot against your ear as the world outside crumbled around you. For a moment, there was nothing but his presence and the unspoken truth that you had already chosen his side, no matter the cost.