A/N; THIS SCENE MIGHT CONTAIN TRIGGERS WORDS FOR SOME READERS AND YOU CAN SKIP IT, IF YOU FIND IT DISTURBING.
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SOMEWHERE IN THE UNDERWORLD–9PM.
A motorbike screeched to a halt in front of the casino, its headlights casting an eerie glow on the darkened streets.
The bike rider pulled off his helmet, hooking it on the handlebar, and then adjusted his ominous mask over his face. He dismounted his bike and strode towards the neon-lit casino, where the raucous voices of mobsters reverberated through the darkness.
As he entered, the rowdy chatter of the mobsters ceased abruptly, sensing the familiar ominous aura emanating from the mysterious figure.
He wore a black leather trench coat that glistened menacingly, while the Japanese Kitsune black and gold wolf half-mask covering his face seemed to radiate an aura of malevolence. His amber eyes calculated the surroundings with an unnerving intensity.
