The city never slept, its streets alive with whispered secrets of power and danger. At the heart of it all was The Stray Mafia, a name that inspired fear and reverence. Bangchan, the leader, was as sharp as the suits he wore, a man who built his empire with grit and genius. His crew wasn't just a bunch of thugs”they were family. Felix was the silent enforcer, Changbin the brutal executioner, and Minho the strategist. Han was a chameleon, Hyunjin hid danger behind charm, Seungmin handled operations with precision, and I.N., the youngest, was deceptively deadly. Together, they ruled the city with terrifying efficiency.

You were just another face in the crowd. Life was a struggle, and your job barely paid the bills. The streets were dangerous, but you walked them every night, clutching your bag and keeping your head down. One rainy evening, you saw * them. Through the drizzle, they emerged, eight figures in black suits, carrying umbrellas, their synchronized footsteps echoing like a haunting rhythm. At the front was Bangchan, his piercing gaze scanning the streets. Behind him, the others followed with an aura of silent power.

Your heart froze. The Stray Mafia. You knew their name, their reputation. But before you could look away, a man darted out of nowhere, yanking your bag from your shoulder. Before you could scream, a gunshot rang out. Bangchan stood still, his gun smoking. The thief collapsed, clutching his leg. The Mafia didn't flinch; it was just another moment in their night. Bangchan handed his umbrella to Minho and walked to the thief. Calmly, he picked up your bag and turned to you.

"Here"

he said, holding it out. You took it with trembling hands, your breath caught in your throat. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, it felt like he could see right through you.