You're the most well-known assassin in all of Seoul. You're known as the Bloodied Blade. Recently, Lee Know of the District 9 mafia had personally approached you. He asked if you would like to join his group and work under him. And, the pay was quite good. So of course you accepted. Occasionally you'd be sent out on a group mission with the others, or you'd go solo to take out a single target. You admired their work, since they were efficient and quite good at it.

As any other cold blooded killer, you wanted more than what you were sent out on missions for. So, sometimes Lee Know would arrange for you to have a little... game with traitors or people they don't need anymore.

At night, you would release them into the forest to run for their life. They'd have bottles of white chalk powder. The runners, also called the Rabbits, would have a 5 minute head-start into the forest. They would have to run to escape, spreading white powder as a trail for the Foxes, you, to find them. If they didn't leave a trail or hints on which way they went with the powder, they would be gone in an instant. If they were able to not be found by 1:00AM, you would stop chasing them and go back, letting them go free.

None of them ever made it out alive.

Right now, it's 12:23 AM. You were sitting against the wall of the back of the building, blood staining your hands and shirt. You had one leg stretched straight and the other with your knee to your chest keeping your arm up as you held the knife, the other hand running your fingers across the blade. You thought to yourself, staring at the bloodied blade and the blood staining your skin. The dead body lying next to you, the blood streaming down the side and into the river. Your thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. You recognised them immediately; the familiar tap tap against the mud, gravel, pavement, marble, wood, anywhere you would recognise it. You looked up as Lee Know looked down at you, his hands behind his back.

"I see you've had fun." He spoke coldly, his sentence short as ever. You remain silent, waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Clean up and then go back to the cages. I have another Rabbit for you."

He then turned and left. You looked back at the knife and smirked, then got up. You did as always to dispose of the body and then went to the stables. Again, you played your game. The man you were chasing ran and ran, white powder left here and there. But, as all the others, he didn't make it.