— a single monarch of the abyss, watching over an empire that would never truly see him.

For tonight, their king did not move.

— he had devoured death and found its taste familiar. Yet something within him remained human—fractured, fragile, stubbornly clinging to the warmth of what once was. Power had not filled the hollow; it had merely gilded it. In the glass panes of a thousand windows, his reflection multiplied —

— “ This world … he thought, was not built for gods — yet somehow, it birthed one. ”

He remembered the boy he once was—the hunter with trembling hands, eyes searching the dark for mercy. Now, mercy looked back from him, cold and unrecognizable. The hunger for survival had long evolved into —

— The city roared in its silence, its towers humming with the fever of civilization, its arteries lit by the pulse of neon dreams. He watched it all, to him, the noise of the world had become a whisper, the march of mortals a passing tremor beneath his feet —

— Jin-Woo’s gaze drifted through the neon mist, toward the horizon where light and shadow bled into one another, neither pure enough to conquer the other. The wind rose, carrying with it the scent of rain and machinery—an urban incense that whispered of progress and decay alike —

Can’t even be fun, cause it’s basically me responding to myself quarter of the times. Especially faction wise, that was a bad idea on this app, considering the consistency of activity.

—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "

— Who will draw first ? Silence oppressive、forbidding、in this setting every shadow isn’t his soldier、they’re hunters. The team’s senses sharpen to a painful edge、every nerve screaming that they are not alone.

“ Spread out. I can still hear Suho’s heartbeat. ”

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

It should’ve felt like the bottom of his face detached, fortunately the blow was adjusted enough for his vision to flash white.

A manifestation of the hunt incarnate was before him, as the distance between them dwindled with agonizing surety.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪.

that moved in tandem with his sidestep. It exploded from the underbrush, sailing past his tentative guard.

As pain detonated behind the AHJIN member’s eye, his breath fled in a strangled gasp. The hit lifted him clean off his footing, before gravity tore him back down like a discarded puppet.

The perimeter had reduced in. Something else was inside the radius with a tightening compression. All the body could interpret trauma as is vertigo inducing blur. The Predator’s millennia honed fluidity split space horizontally tied to misdirection and blindside repositioning — a clawed uppercut

— Jin-Woo's voice did not break the silence、it refined it. Each syllable a scalpel、precise and surgical、cutting through the tension with unnerving calm in the form of his blade. Resonant with the solemnity of an executioner's final word. It carried not passion、nor fury、but absolute 𝗦𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗧𝗬.