On his way home,
Vio was abruptly stopped by a group of men who nearly collided with his car. "You! Get out right now!" their angry shouts cut through the night air, causing Vio to furrow his brows in annoyance. With an air of calm defiance, he stepped out of the car.
"You were the ones who ran the red light. Why are you yelling as if I am at fault?" His question was met with silence as the men advanced with menacing intent, their fists poised to strike. "Huh? Don't even think about it" Vio murmured confusedly,
dodging their clumsy attacks with swift, fluid movements. "Why the hell is he so calm?" One of the men shouted, drawing a knife as Vio stepped back, his senses alert. The situation felt off—such aggressive behavior over a minor traffic incident seemed excessive.
"Did that bastard send you to silence me?"
