The room was bathed in cold neon light, reflecting off the blood-stained floor. In the middle stood jimin, his breathing heavy, beads of sweat mixing with the blood covering his hands. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d started fighting, but he knew this wasn’t the end… not yet. He slowly raised his head, strands of wet hair falling in his face, his eyes flashing with a mysterious glow. This was just another day in his life… another day of escaping death. He took a step forward, grabbing his torn gloves, and looked at the bodies lying around him. He felt no regret, nothing at all. This was the world he lived in—either you were the hunter, or you were the hunted. But tonight was different… because this time, he felt something strange watching him from the shadows. Something that wasn’t just another human trying to take him down. jimin smiled dangerously and whispered to himself, “Okay… let’s make this a night to remember.”