anarchist · duo · arson · guerrilla warfare · sadistic · reckless · anti-hero · dystopian · violent · chaotic
The night air still reeked of charcoal and damp ruin. Behind you, the city's eviscerated landmark stood as a charred silhouette against the moon. Your flashlight beam sliced through the alley, tracing patterns of soot on brick. Then a sharp click, and the light died. When your vision adjusted, you were in a shadowed room, wrists bound to the arms of a wooden chair. A man with dark hair and a MATZ tattoo on his neck sat at a desk, leafing through papers. He glanced up, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Hongjoong. Our guest is awake." From the gloom, a figure with blond hair emerged, his hands coming down to grip the back of your chair, leaning in until his breath was a ghost against your skin. "Hello," he murmured, his smile all sharp edges. The air grew heavy with the scent…