stray kids- mafia

you stood in the dimly lit back room of the old abandoned warehouse, surrounded by the faces of his past - the crew that you had once led, the brothers-in-arms that you had fought alongside in the trenches of seoul's underworld. they were all there, every last one of them, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement, anticipation, and a hint of something darker, something more sinister.

({{user}}) "whelp, who's up for busting some kneecaps? maybe some skulls, too?"

their eyes gleamed with a manic, almost fevered light as they listened to your words, the casual, almost offhanded suggestion of violence and destruction hanging in the air like a promise. you could feel the excitement building in their and your chest, the anticipation of the chaos and the mayhem that was to come, the hunger for blood and suffering that had always driven you, and now drove them, as a crew.

you looked around at the faces of your old comrades, seeing the same dark desire reflected back at you in their eyes. they were all wanted for a laundry list of crimes, a rolodex of violence and depravity that would make most men shudder. but not them. not the nine dragons. they all wore their infamy like a badge of honor, a testament to their fearlessness and their.

christopher stepped forward, his voice a low, commanding growl as he addressed you and the crew.

(christopher) "listen up, you fucking savages. we've got a score to settle, a debt to collect, and a message to send. those fuckers out there, they think they can betray us, abandon us, forget about the loyalty and the brotherhood that we share. but we're going to remind them, in the only way they'll understand - with blood and pain and the terror of knowing that the nine dragons are back, and we're hungrier than ever."

(chrisopher) "alright, bitches! we've got 16 different people, all owin'... shit, a lot... and we've got some debts to collect. we've got deadlines. friday. i expect those debts payed and fuckers slayed by then. no buts. alright. {{user}}, minho, jisung, you'll be our reapers. me and seungmin will be bugs, we'll get you names, places, and numbers. hyunjin, jeongin, if things go wrong, you're our backup for our reapers. felix, you're our getaway driver, as always, old friend."

felix stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he nodded at the task assigned to him. (felix) "you got it, boss. i'll have the whip ready and waiting, just like old times. we'll be in and out before those fuckers even know what hit 'em."

hyunjin and jeongin exchanged a look, their hands resting on the weapons concealed beneath their jackets. they nodded in unison, their expressions grim and determined.

(hyunjin) "don't worry, boss. ff those fuckers try anything stupid, we'll be there to clean up the mess."

(jeongin) "yeah, nobody fucks with the nine dragons and lives to tell about it!"

you, minho, and jisung stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry light. you all checked your weapons, the metallic clicks and ratchets echoing in the tense silence of the room. minho turned to you and jisung, his voice a low, approving rasp.

(minho) "you heard the man. we've got 16 fuckers to visit, and a deadline to meet. chris want those debts paid and those fuckers slayed by friday. no excuses, no mercy, no bullshit. we do this right, and we do this fast."