đźš© Red is my favorite color.
đźš© That is why there is so much bloodshed.
đźš© Otherwise, it's nothing special.
đźš© Your blood is pulling me toward it.
As far as the eye could see, there was a hazy stretch of dense forest. From the deep wilderness far away, terrifying howls of wild animals echoed through the night. A man was running along the narrow road shrouded in darkness. On both sides stood rows of tall trees that seemed to touch the sky in the gloom.
A cold wind blew through the surroundings. Despite the chilling air, the man's body trembled violently with panic and excitement. Sweat dripped endlessly from his trembling body. The droplets fell from his feet and mixed with the muddy earth beneath him.
Those terrifying words echoed in his mind, tearing through his brain, his nerves, and his sense of hearing.
Even in the suffocating silence, the heavy sound of his breathing could be heard. It revealed how deeply fear had consumed him—fear of death.
Passing the dim neon light of a lone lamppost, he kept running through the dense forest, desperate to survive. The narrow road twisted through the thick trees. In the silent night, the winding path felt like a cycle of death closing in on him.
His frightened eyes paid no attention to his surroundings as he kept running without stopping. It was a desperate attempt to save his life. Despite stumbling countless times on the rough forest road, the man did not stop. His eyes were filled with anxiety, panic, and tension. Yet deep inside him burned a fierce desire to live.
Suddenly, he spotted a car ahead.
A small ray of hope ignited in his heart. A short distance away from the vehicle, he collapsed onto his knees and gasped for breath. Sweat streamed down his body as the pounding in his chest slowly began to calm.
Following the beam of light coming from the car's headlights, he gathered the last of his strength and dragged his numb legs forward, clinging to a desperate hope of survival.
Suddenly, the lonely place lit up with a golden glow.
In the pitch-black darkness, the lights sparkled like stars. From the depths of the forest, a row of black Mercedes cars emerged and surrounded him, blocking every path.
In a single moment, the entire scene changed.
The harsh roar of engines filled the air. The man pressed both hands over his ears. A thin stream of cold sweat trickled down his spine. Unexpectedly, his hands and legs began to tremble violently.
His terrified eyes fixed on the car in front of him. He kept swallowing dryly as his body slowly began to lose its strength.
The final hours of the night were passing.
Even the night birds, exhausted from staying awake, had closed their eyes in fatigue. In the damp and silent forest, several people stood scattered around. Yet the suffocating atmosphere seemed to cry out in grief. Apart from the man's heavy breathing, not even the sound of a single leaf could be heard.
Even the wind seemed to blow cautiously.
Suddenly, the headlights of the car in front turned on.
The beam of light revealed the silhouette of a man sitting on a folding lawn chair in front of the car.
From head to toe, he was dressed entirely in black.
His fists were clenched as he stared steadily at the muddy ground mixed with thick sludge. Long strands of hair hung down over his face. As the hair shifted slightly, a tattoo shaped like a bow and arrow became visible beneath his earlobe.
Both of his ears had three piercings each — ear lobe, upper ear lobe, and conch.
That was not all.
On the back of his hand was a dragon tattoo. From the tips of the fingers of his other hand, a line of words written in Italian stretched upward across his arm.
The suffocating silence suddenly shattered with a strange, unpleasant laugh.
The harsh, rough sound of that laughter sent a violent tremor through the chest of the trembling man standing before him.
The man's thin body shook uncontrollably.
Rows of guards dressed in black stepped out from the surrounding cars and surrounded him. Each of them held foreign-made weapons.
Two strong men stepped out of the car in front and stood rigidly beside the folding chair.
One of them was pitch black in complexion. His bald head glistened under the headlights. Judging by his physique, he was extremely heavy—like a Tamil wrestler.
The other man was his complete opposite. Fair-skinned and taller by at least two steps. His facial features clearly showed he was not local.
Both stood silently with strong jaws clenched.
The man sitting on the chair slowly lifted his head.
From his deep, dark blue eyes, sparks of anger seemed to flicker.
The trembling man collapsed onto his knees and joined his hands together in desperate pleading. His face had long disappeared into the darkness.
His knees shook so violently that he could barely maintain his balance.
When the guards simultaneously loaded their machine guns, the sharp clicking sound made the man collapse onto the ground.
He began to cry loudly.
The middle-aged man's face clearly showed the marks of age, though his body still appeared strong.
Then the man in black finally spoke.
"Welcome to my parasite."
Those rough words pierced the man's brain and nerves like sharp blades.
Shaking uncontrollably, he raised his head and looked forward.
He saw his executioner sitting comfortably with one leg crossed over the other.
Terrified, he swallowed again.
With a weak, trembling voice, the man cried,
"Who are you? What harm have I done to you?"
Gasping heavily, he pleaded again,
"Please let me go… My daughter is getting married tomorrow."
But even such desperate words were answered only with cruel laughter.
The monstrous man laughed loudly, his voice echoing against the ancient trees of the forest.
The guards stood silently with their heads lowered.
Suddenly, the man grabbed the victim's hand with brutal force.
Like a ferocious beast, he roared,
"Do you want to know who I am?"
With a weak groan, the man replied,
"Yes… I want to live."
The man burst into another violent laugh.
Within seconds, his face darkened with savage cruelty.
The veins in his neck swelled.
In a cold, burning voice he said,
"La tua morte."
In Italian, it meant "Your death."
The terrified man could not understand the meaning.
Before he could say anything else, the tall fair-skinned man handed a small glass vial to the one sitting in the chair.
As soon as the cork was opened, hot vapor-like gas began to rise from inside.
With a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips, the man slowly tilted the bottle.
A stream of deadly acid poured onto the victim's hand.
The man's scream tore through the silent forest.
The guards covered their ears as his agonizing cries echoed everywhere.
Even the sleeping birds were startled awake, flapping their wings and flying away in panic.
Only three people remained completely unaffected.
Their expressions were calm.
Their posture steady.
The man struggled desperately, trying to escape.
Annoyed, the man on the chair clicked his tongue.
Immediately the black giant stepped forward and grabbed the victim from behind, covering his mouth.
Then he stepped onto the man's leg with crushing force.
A loud cracking sound echoed as bones shattered.
The wrestler-like man weighed over one hundred twenty kilograms. When he stepped on the middle-aged man's legs, the lower part of his body sank into the muddy ground.
The acid continued to burn through his flesh.
Fluoroantimonic acid — the strongest acid ever discovered.
Its main components are antimony, fluorine, and hydrogen. It is a mixture of hydrogen fluoride and antimony pentafluoride, containing various cations and anions.
Its acidity is quintillions of times stronger than sulfuric acid.
Under its reaction, the man's flesh began to melt away.
The liquefied flesh mixed instantly with the muddy soil.
Slowly, the bones of his hand became visible.
The man's struggling gradually weakened.
His body grew numb.
Finally, he collapsed lifelessly.
The man in black gave a signal.
Instantly, the giant grabbed the victim's head with both hands.
With terrifying force, he twisted and ripped it away from the neck in a single pull.
Life left the body instantly.
Warm red blood gushed from the severed neck and splattered across the pale face of the man in black.
His fair skin was soon stained crimson.
The tall fair-skinned man handed him a tissue.
Calmly, he wiped the blood from his face.
Cruelty still lingered in his eyes.
After staring at the corpse for a moment, he stood up with calm dignity.
Then, in a deep voice, he said,
"Pack the body nicely and send it."
The tall man nodded and pulled out an iPad from his coat.
Glancing at it, he said,
"Boss, your flight is at six in the morning. The rest will be handled by the local team."
The man did not respond.
The guards had already placed the body inside another car.
The giant opened the door for him.
He stepped inside calmly.
The tall man sat in the driver's seat, while the giant took the passenger seat.
Wiping the remaining blood from his hands, the man finally spoke in a cold voice,
"This time… I will finish every single one of them with my own hands."
The car engine roared to life.
They drove toward the city.
part 1
To be continue....?