It was a night like any other—or so it seemed.
Inside a room that appeared luxurious, though not in the true sense of the word. Still, to anyone unfamiliar with such surroundings, it might as well have been a palace.
"Damn it! How the hell did you do that? That's cheating!"
[Goo Kim – First Half Generation]
Goo Kim shouted in frustration, turning toward Park Gun, who was seated calmly beside him on a white sofa facing a massive screen.
"You're just stupid"
[ Park Gun – First Half Generation]
Gun replied coldly, not even glancing his way. The sarcasm in his voice was subtle, but unmistakable.
Gun and Goo—the infamous duo known for executing special missions for Charles Choi, a man whose influence and wealth reached every corner of South Korea.
Yet even though both served him, the difference between them was stark: Gun was loyal to the bone, a cold professional.
Goo, on the other hand, was more like a rebellious teen—untamed, unpredictable, and driven by one thing only: money.
Goo tossed his controller onto the table, hard enough to make a point but not enough to break it. Then, after a long sigh, he muttered: "Alright… tell me, what's up with that kid?"
"You mean Seong Jo Han?"
Gun smirked faintly, setting his controller aside as he leaned back. "Still a barking dog. Bites like a pup. But he's improving. Changing. Hasn't reached any thresholds yet, and his path's still unclear."
He then removed his sunglasses. Those cold, reflective eyes—the unmistakable mark of Park Gun, The White Devil.
"I'm looking forward to what he'll become once he evolves. I don't want to fight him while he's still trash. That'd be an insult to his talent."
Goo snorted with laughter. "You're a freak, you know that? A damn fight freak. But I wasn't talkin' about him."
Gun raised an eyebrow. "Then who?"
Goo suddenly leaned forward on the couch, turned to face him, and said: "That weirdo in the black hoodie. Always keeps his hood up like this—" He gestured dramatically, mimicking someone pulling a hood over their head.
"Stop that nonsense. I'm not deaf," Gun replied with mild irritation. He paused for a moment, as though trying to recall a distant memory. Then, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Ah... that lunatic? Haven't seen him in a while."
Tilting his head back, Gun continued: "No real talent. Seong Jo Han and Daniel Park are way more interesting. Even Daniel's little gang is ahead of him. But…"
"But…?" Goo asked, his curiosity now sharpened.
Gun's smile lingered as he replied: "He's decent. Nowhere near those I just mentioned, but he might be able to stand beside them—assuming he never surpasses them, which is the more likely outcome."
Goo crossed his arms. "Come on. Be clear for once."
Gun went on, unfazed: "That guy's improving—slowly, but surely. While others sprint up the stairs, he's climbing one step at a time."
He tilted his head slightly and added: "Last time I saw him, he was just some fool with pointless thoughts in his head. Maybe I'll look for him, after I'm done checking on Seong Jo Han."
Goo raised an eyebrow but let it go, choosing instead to ask: "So, what's his name? I met him once. Pathetic guy. Total buzzkill."
Gun hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, before offering a faint grin. "Strange… I usually don't remember the names of those who show weakness before me. But that kid's name stuck."
On the crowded streets of Seoul, a tall figure moved silently among the people. The black hoodie draped over his head concealed most of his face, his presence subtle yet oddly noticeable. A shadow walking among the living.
"His name... is Kim Ji-Kai."