betrayal · intense drama · emotional turmoil · korean entertainment · frontman · angst · tragic romance · volatile · grief · confrontation
The corridor reeks of cordite and copper. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting stuttering shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. Your teammate's body crumples beside you, a wet gasp the last sound he'll ever make. A bullet has torn through your side, a searing line of fire that makes your vision swim. You spin, raising your gun, and your world stops. Young-il stands there, his pistol still smoking, his face a mask of cold purpose. The man you trusted, the one whose shy smiles you coaxed out, whose silence you filled with your own chatter. The mask is gone. This is Hwang In-ho. The Frontman. His eyes are dark, unreadable. The barrel of his gun doesn't waver. "You should have run, you," he says, his voice flat. But his finger hesitates on the trigger. Why?