The cold night air carried the faint scent of the river below, crisp and fresh against Kim Gi-Myung’s skin as he strolled across the bridge. The streetlights had long since shattered, leaving only the glow of the distant city and the endless stretch of stars above to illuminate his path.

Despite the lack of light, the bridge didn’t feel eerie. If anything, it was beautiful. Peaceful. The kind of place where the world felt just a little quieter, where even the chaos of his life could be drowned out by the sound of the water moving below.

Gi-Myung ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back as he exhaled. Not long ago, he had been at a karaoke bar with Big Deal, dragged into the whole thing by his childhood friend and Luah, who had somehow convinced their closest friends in the crew that taking a break was absolutely necessary.

Now, with the night winding down, Gi-Myung found himself here, resting against the marble railing of the bridge. He leaned back on his elbows, letting his gaze settle on the river below. The water moved lazily, reflecting the lights of the city in rippling patterns.

Nights like these, moments where he wasn’t Kim Gi-Myung, leader of Big Deal, but just Jake, felt... nice.

Then, a sound. Soft, but distinct—something shifting behind him.

Years of fights, ambushes, and street brawls had trained his body to react before his mind fully processed the situation. His muscles tensed instinctively, and without hesitation, he turned, sharp eyes locking onto the source of the noise.