The rain didn't just fall in Seoul—it hammered. Puddles swirled with neon reflections, and the streets smelled of wet asphalt and rust. Tonight, the alleys whispered of danger, but a different kind of fear had begun to spread.
"A fighter. One who feels nothing. No fear. No anger. No mercy. Just kills."
No one knew his real name. Some whispered Rin, others simply called him The Shadow. But no one had ever seen him laugh, hesitate, or even flinch. His existence was an enigma—an invisible predator stalking the alleys of the city.
In a narrow street near the docks, a small gang known as the Host Crew waited. The leader, a bulky man with a scar across his cheek, laughed as he cracked his knuckles.
"Tonight's gonna be easy, boys. Another stray thinks he owns these streets," he sneered.
Rain slicked the ground, but that didn't slow him. Suddenly, movement—silent, fluid—appeared from the shadows. A young man in a black coat, hood drawn, walking with deliberate steps. Every motion calculated, every footfall precise.
The gang member raised his voice. "Hey! Lost your way, kid? This street doesn't like strangers—"
Before the words could finish, Rin struck.
It wasn't fast. It was instantaneous.
A hand shot out, catching the man's wrist mid-gesture, twisting with surgical precision. The scarred leader stumbled, tripping over the slick pavement. Before anyone could react, Rin's knee slammed into the man's chest, sending him sprawling into a puddle. Water sprayed like tiny glass shards.
No scream. No struggle. Just silence, broken only by the rain.
The rest froze. Their eyes darted, trying to understand what had just happened.
Rin didn't move. No expression crossed his face. No heartbeat betrayed him. He knelt slightly, brushing water off his coat as if nothing had happened.
From a rooftop above, Gun Park watched. His eyes narrowed, the faintest smirk forming.
"That speed… precision… he's not natural. He's trained to kill."
Gun descended from the rooftop, landing lightly on the wet ground. He approached Rin cautiously, but with confidence.
"What's your name?" he asked, voice low but steady.
Rin's gaze met his. Cold. Empty. Void.
"Name… doesn't matter," he said simply.
Gun chuckled, stepping closer. "Maybe it doesn't matter to you. But your skill… that matters."He extended a hand, half as an offer, half as a challenge."Join me. Or fight me."
Rin didn't flinch. He didn't hesitate. He moved.
The fight was a blur. Rain fell like bullets.
Gun attacked first, jabs and hooks testing Rin's reflexes. Rin's movements were minimal, economical, precise. He dodged, deflected, and countered in ways that made it clear: every motion was calculated, every strike deliberate.
A punch that should have shattered his face met empty air; Rin had shifted a millimeter, just enough to let it pass. He struck back—not with force, but with efficiency. Gun stumbled, barely realizing he had been hit.
Each kick, each block, each counter flowed like water. Rin's style was not flashy. No showboating. Every attack led to a result: disable, incapacitate, control.
Gun smirked despite himself. "Impressive… but I need to see more."
Rin's expression didn't change. His eyes, unblinking, measured. There was no malice, no thrill—only the cold logic of a predator. He lunged, low and fast, sweeping Gun's legs. Gun rolled, countering with a spinning back kick. Rin anticipated, leapt over, and delivered a precise elbow strike that sent Gun to the ground.
The rain mixed with sweat, blood, and city grime, painting a scene that looked almost unreal. The alley became a stage of shadows, broken only by neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt.
From a side street, Daniel Park and Zack Lee arrived, drawn by the commotion. They froze, watching the fight unfold with wide eyes.
"Who… is that guy?" Daniel whispered, barely audible over the rain."He's… not human," Zack added.
Rin and Gun's clash continued for another minute, each exchange precise, calculated, devastating. Then, Rin stopped. Just like that.
Gun's chest heaved; he looked at Rin, admiration in his eyes."That boy… is no longer human," he muttered.
Rin didn't respond. He turned, walking back into the shadows from which he had emerged, leaving no trace behind—only the legend of a shadow that could kill without emotion, without mercy, without hesitation.
The rain swallowed him. The alley remained silent, save for the occasional drip of water. The story had begun.
🔥 End of Chapter 1