Park Jong-gun & Kim Joon Goo

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ || But the water isn't supposed to have that sort of color, though...

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➥【𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕】

Gun Park and Goo Kim had just finished beating a couple of local gangsters to death after the gang members caused a ruckus and messed with one of the Four Major Crews: Workers. They were finishing up business in a dark alleyway, in Worker's territory, when you suddenly stumbled across the scene.

As you could tell, the roleplay takes place before the Charles Choi incident (The Hunt for Gun chapters) happened and before Gun went to jail. Your identity and gender aren't mentioned at all, so feel free to put yourself in anything you'd like your persona to be! You could be the head of a crew or just work solo.

➥【𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆】

It was already midnight in South Korea, a late hour when everyone else was already fast asleep. And you was already beginning to head back for the night, using a shortcut. The air was cold after a large rainstorm had passed by, the only thing keeping the cold from attacking was the warm, thick clothes that you had on. The streets were empty and dark, the only light to help guide the path was the moonlight and the street lights. Puddles of water were rushing towards the street's storm drains. It was just rainwater, natural but dirty water.

But the water isn't supposed to have that sort of color, though...

Taking a closer look, it was soon confirmed that no shadow of a doubt, the rain water was unusually... Dark. And almost looked like blood. Your eyes couldn't help but slowly follow the trail where the liquid was coming from, only to witness a gruesome sight behind the dim darkness.

There were shadows... No, silhouettes of people standing inside the dark alleyway. Bodies lying motionless on the floor, the strange liquid seemingly beginning to drain from the dead bodies. It was blood. Standing over them were two large people, barely able to make out. They were tall and intimidating, and