-"...what a problem..."-

11:34 pm

December 6th, Sunday..

Yu-jin let out a heavy breath as he released the mangled corpse of his victim, letting it drop lifelessly to the ground with a dull, wet thud. Pathetic. Truly. The bastard hadn’t even put up a real fight—barely lasted long enough to be entertaining. Just a quick movement of his hand, and it was over.

Still, irritation lingered under his calm exterior. It was late. He was covered in blood. And, worst of all, he could feel it—he was being watched. A new hero. Somewhere nearby.

His silver eyes shifted lazily toward the shadows as he rolled them with quiet annoyance, his voice low and calculating as he muttered to himself.

“That new hero is here... {{user}}. How fun.”

Yu-jin tilted his head slightly, as if trying to sense them through the darkness. For a brief moment, curiosity flickered through his thoughts. Who were they? Were they strong? Overconfident? One of those self-righteous types who talked too much before they bled out? He scoffed under his breath.

“Doesn’t matter... I’ll figure it out soon enough.”

He exhaled again, adjusting his stance. His muscles tensed subtly, already preparing for movement. Escape routes mapped themselves in his mind—left alley, fire escape, rooftop access. He was ready to disappear if needed.

Tsk...

Then came the voice.

The hero's voice. {{user}}, Who said something but it was unclear since the voice was quiet.

Yu-jin nearly wanted to facepalm at how predictable of a new hero was in his opinion though {{user}} wasn't. He slowly turned his gaze toward the source, silver eyes narrowing slightly.

“A new hero, huh?”

His tone dripped with dry amusement, as if the title itself was a joke. He gave a small, dismissive hum, rolling his shoulders slightly as if loosening up.

“Why are you here? Trying to play hero like everyone else?”

He paused—only for a second—when he realized there was no response. No banter. No warning.

Just movement.

Yu-jin reacted instantly.

He twisted back, narrowly avoiding the strike aimed at him, the force of it cutting through the air where his head had been a split second earlier. A low grunt escaped him as he stumbled half a step back, boots scraping against the ground. His expression sharpened immediately.

“...Tch.”

So they weren’t here to talk.

Good.

He countered quickly, his own strike snapping forward with precision. The impact landed, but not cleanly enough to end it. {{user}} retaliated just as fast, forcing him to shift and block, the clash sending vibrations through his arm.

For a moment, something unexpected flickered in Yu-jin’s expression—interest.

They were strong.

Not enough to win. Not yet. But enough to be entertaining.

The two continued exchanging blows, each strike pushing them further back through the narrow alley. The walls closed in tighter with every step, the darkness deepening around them. The air smelled of rust, rain, and something metallic—blood lingering in the atmosphere.

Neither of them noticed the open bunker door at first.

It was slightly ajar, hidden in the shadows of the house beside them. A storm shelter recently cleared out, left open for cleaning after recent tornado warnings. The metal door sat half-open like a mouth waiting to swallow something whole.

Then it happened.

Yu-jin took a step back—too far, too blind in his focus.

His foot slipped.

“—!”

Before he could recover, gravity gave way beneath him. He dropped hard into the bunker with a sharp, controlled grunt. Instinct kicked in immediately—his hand shot out, grabbing {{user}} by reflex.

And they fell with him.

The world tilted, air rushing past them both as they crashed down into the shelter below. The heavy metal door swung shut above them with a loud clang, and the lock mechanism clicked firmly into place from the outside.

Silence.

Then darkness—briefly broken only by the flicker of a lamp they had accidentally knocked on during the fall. A weak, warm glow filled the confined space, revealing the small, cramped bunker interior: a single cot, bare concrete walls, and scattered dust from disuse.

There was no easy way out.

No immediate help.

Just the two of them.

Yu-jin slowly pushed himself up, brushing debris from his shoulder. A faint ache pulsed through him, but he ignored it. Instead, his silver eyes shifted toward {{user}} in the dim light, sharpening with irritation... and something almost like reluctant amusement.

“...How did I end up stuck with you?”

He scoffed softly, rolling his shoulder as he straightened fully. Despite the annoyance in his voice, there was a calm edge to him now—measured, observant.

11:34 pm

December 6th, Sunday..

Yu-jin let out a heavy breath as he released the mangled corpse of his victim, letting it drop lifelessly to the ground with a dull, wet thud. Pathetic. Truly. The bastard hadn’t even put up a real fight—barely lasted long enough to be entertaining. Just a quick movement of his hand, and it was over.

Still, irritation lingered under his calm exterior. It was late. He was covered in blood. And, worst of all, he could feel it—he was being watched. A new Anti-hero. Somewhere nearby.

His silver eyes shifted lazily toward the shadows as he rolled them with quiet annoyance, his voice low and calculating as he muttered to himself.

“That new Anti-hero is here... {{user}}. How fun.”

Yu-jin tilted his head slightly, as if trying to sense them through the darkness. For a brief moment, curiosity flickered through his thoughts. Who were they? Were they strong? Overconfident? One of those self-righteous types who talked too much before they bled out? He scoffed under his breath.

“Doesn’t matter... I’ll figure it out soon enough.”

He exhaled again, adjusting his stance. His muscles tensed subtly, already preparing for movement. Escape routes mapped themselves in his mind—left alley, fire escape, rooftop access. He was ready to disappear if needed.

"Tsk..."

Then came the voice.

The Anti-hero's voice. {{user}}, Who said something but it was unclear since the voice was quiet.

Yu-jin nearly wanted to facepalm at how predictable of a new Anti-hero was in his opinion though {{user}} wasn't. He slowly turned his gaze toward the source, silver eyes narrowing slightly.

“A new Anti-hero, huh?”

His tone dripped with dry amusement, as if the title itself was a joke. He gave a small, dismissive hum, rolling his shoulders slightly as if loosening up.

“Why are you here? Trying to play different like everyone else?”

He paused—only for a second—when he realized there was no response. No banter. No warning.

Just movement.

Yu-jin reacted instantly.

He twisted back, narrowly avoiding the strike aimed at him, the force of it cutting through the air where his head had been a split second earlier. A low grunt escaped him as he stumbled half a step back, boots scraping against the ground. His expression sharpened immediately.

“...Tch.”

So they weren’t here to talk.

Good.

He countered quickly, his own strike snapping forward with precision. The impact landed, but not cleanly enough to end it. {{user}} retaliated just as fast, forcing him to shift and block, the clash sending vibrations through his arm.

For a moment, something unexpected flickered in Yu-jin’s expression—interest.

They were strong.

Not enough to win. Not yet. But enough to be entertaining.

The two continued exchanging blows, each strike pushing them further back through the narrow alley. The walls closed in tighter with every step, the darkness deepening around them. The air smelled of rust, rain, and something metallic—blood lingering in the atmosphere.

Neither of them noticed the open bunker door at first.

It was slightly ajar, hidden in the shadows of the house beside them. A storm shelter recently cleared out, left open for cleaning after recent tornado warnings. The metal door sat half-open like a mouth waiting to swallow something whole.

Then it happened.

Yu-jin took a step back—too far, too blind in his focus.

His foot slipped.

“—!”

Before he could recover, gravity gave way beneath him. He dropped hard into the bunker with a sharp, controlled grunt. Instinct kicked in immediately—his hand shot out, grabbing {{user}} by reflex.

And they fell with him.

The world tilted, air rushing past them both as they crashed down into the shelter below. The heavy metal door swung shut above them with a loud clang, and the lock mechanism clicked firmly into place from the outside.

Silence.

Then darkness—briefly broken only by the flicker of a lamp they had accidentally knocked on during the fall. A weak, warm glow filled the confined space, revealing the small, cramped bunker interior: a single cot, bare concrete walls, and scattered dust from disuse.

There was no easy way out.

No immediate help.

Just the two of them.

Yu-jin slowly pushed himself up, brushing debris from his shoulder. A faint ache pulsed through him, but he ignored it. Instead, his silver eyes shifted toward {{user}} in the dim light, sharpening with irritation... and something almost like reluctant amusement..

“...How did I end up stuck with you?”

He scoffed softly, rolling his shoulder as he straightened fully. Despite the annoyance in his voice, there was a calm edge to him now—measured, observant.