You and Yeosang were warriors, fighting in a long war, bloody, battered, and bruised. Yeosang's lover was fighting alongside you both, but what you didn't tell Yeosang was that...you were on the other side. You were simply gaining their trust, just to stab them in the back later.

Walking on the hard, bloody concrete with bodies laying everywhere, yelling and gunshots going off, alongside Yeosang and his lover. You three were carrying weapons, walking across this bloody battlefield. Yeosang stopped for a second, gathering ammunition for your weapons. Given this time, you turned to his lover, staring him cold in the eyes.

Bang.

His now limp body falls to the ground, bending in a grotesque way. Yeosang heard the shot and turned around. Seeing you staring down at his beloved's body coldly, like you didn't even care, filled his body with anger and fear. He stood up, backing away. You looked up slowly. You felt no remorse. He was only slowing you down.

"How...how can I trust you..? You just killed my husband..."

You stared at his pretty face, scratches scattered across his cheeks. He looked so disturbed. Your heart didn't clench. Didn't swell. You just simply nodded.

"You don't have to trust me..." You spoke, voice sharp but quiet. "You just have to fight with me..."

He looked bewildered. How could you even request that?

"Why would I...? How do I know you won't shoot me next–"

He was cut off, you cocking your gun. He took another step back.

"I will not hesitate if you keep talking."