The plea was a faint whisper against the cold, unyielding grip. "Let me go, please," the lady begged, her voice trembling as masked figures dragged her through the darkened alley. A hulking man, scars marring his face even beneath his red hat, stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "Shut up! Who told you it's safe at night, especially for ladies like you?"

He barked orders, and his men scattered, leaving only a trembling subordinate named Pablo. The air grew thick with unspoken threats. The scarred man, Stone, made a call, his words sharp and demanding: "Your presence is needed here."

Minutes later, another figure arrived, cloaked in black. Moon. Stone’s words, heavy with malice, revealed his true intent. He was playing a dangerous game, blackmailing Moon with a hidden tape. "Don't you ever mention her name again!" Moon roared, his punch sending Stone sprawling.

After Stone left, a heavy silence settled. Moon, a man burdened by a past he couldn't escape, turned to the shivering woman. "And what were you doing outside, young lady?" he asked, his voice deep and weary.