He was walking down the alley, with a cup of coffee, looking the beautiful sunset. It was his usual route to house. His life, the society he belonged was similar to the dark organization or surroundings people can find in Manga and Novels. All the criminal stuff taking place on broad daylight but surprisingly no one notices them. Even the cops doesn't pay any heed to them. This was bugging the boy walking. Although he had many questions about the life he leads but never got answers to them and its not safe to assume that he is also out of the ordinary for the scums of his society since he also bears the blood and have grown with snakes. Then again, it is safe to think he's changing drastically. Why? It's something he's also wondering.

As he was walking, heard a sound of some dogs barking atrociously. He never noticed there was a turf of dogs in this particular alley. He was generally scared of dogs but decided to peek to see what was happening there.

Turning left and going that way, he couldn't see any dogs but as things stand, 2 men, 1 in early 20s and the other in 30s were there, with a pretty gloomy aura. Staying hidden, he leaned a bit forward to hear what they were talking about. Curiosity. He realized one of them was, the younger one was pretty beat up and it didn't concern him at all because he witnessed them from time to time. Although the one beat him was the older guy that he could say because the older dude's fists were bloody.

The senior man said, "Why did the package fall? The higher ups decided the simplest task they could afford to our partition yet you managed to mess it up?"

"Those dogs," pointing behind them to 2 or 3 dogs, dead "suddenly came in front," replied the younger one.

"So what?! You'd drop the package for that trivial matter? Are you nuts?"

"I was hurrying, the time limit. Rushing towards the checkpoint where we had to drop the package on our warehouse."

"Being a part of _____ and can't even handle a situation this simple!! You'll get shot by me if I even hear anything like this again. Carve that into your mind."

The peeking boy could hear everything yet missed the name of the org he mentioned. What a pity.

"It won't happen again."

"It better not. Just because it was your first quest and the package was an F-tier, I'm letting it slide this time."

"Thank you, Sir."

It was then that the peek-a-boy realized there was no exit from where they were talking without interacting with him. Both of the gloomy scum, looking like gentlemen turned to take their leave and the boy became almost cold. He was hoping to somehow get away from the place, just somehow since he was assertive of his incompetence at that stage. Ducking, he tried to step back cautiously but things went south and the cup fell on the ground. It felt like an explosion. 

Two men came to him almost instantly and the wounded guy, the younger one grabbed the collar of the black, full-sleeved-folded shirt of the boy who fell down and dragged him upwards. Hanging on the hands of the scums, in the air, he finally spoke, "Woah!! I guess I kicked the bucket. The older man simply asked with a straight voice, "What did you hear?" It concerned the hung-up teen a bit 'cause he simply meant business and did not want the witnesses identity, disregarding what family or org he could belong.

"If I say I didn't hear anything, will you let me go?"

The wounded guy said, "Cocky brat. Don't get ahead of yourself. Just ans-" stopping him, the other man from the side pushed his underling, with that the boy also fell on the ground on his back and the guy holding him to his left. Pulling a revolver, sticking that to the boy's head, the 30s dude said, "Understood?", clenching his jaw vigorously.

"That's some antique you got up your sleeve. I don't see them too often these days."

He went to pull the trigger without any second thought and that's when his underling pushed him and the bullet missed the boy on the ground by half a foot. "What in the world are you DOING!!!", he shouted to the younger one. 

"He...he's bad news. Look at the ring finger."

Both of them turned to look at the boy. He was scared, sitting on the ground and the fear was on his face. He didn't hear what they talked about ring or so due to the panic but quickly, getting a hold of yourself, he stood up and replied, "Internal Conflict?" Both of them remained silent not answering, they swayed their eyes to the finger and noticed a glistering Black Ring. A white shank, and the center stone black. And something was written in another language which none of the three men understood.

"How did you get that?" the man with the gun asked.

"Found on my way here."

"Who gave it?"

"Who? None. Getting out of the high school I attend, found it outside the school gate. Tried to ask people and no one answered. The design looked cool and I took it. Not that it's sapphire or a diamond. If it belongs to you then tell me I am giving you, although you can just kill me and snatch it from me. Not that I can fight you both at once."

The wounded guy quickly took out a drone from his toolbox and started scanning the area. Fear visible in both men's eyes. After a while when the scanning was done, they found nothing concerning and just started staring at the boy.

"How long? Its night already, you know its not pleasant for me to walk down this road that late even though morning and afternoon and early evening is cozy. Kill me, abduct me, take me hostage, release me. Just do Something."

"We are going with the second and third option you gave us." a serious voice came from the man holding the gun.

"Well, that's unpleasant now...Woa-!" before he could say anything, they held him down and took out a towel with chloroform and he fell unconscious.