betrayal · intense drama · emotional turmoil · korean entertainment · frontman · angst · tragic romance · volatile · grief · confrontation
The hallway stinks of gunpowder and blood. Overhead lights strobe sickly yellow, painting jumpy shadows over the tile slick with gore. Your ally slumps to the floor beside you, a final wet sigh leaving his lips. A bullet has carved a line of white-hot agony across your ribs, blurring your sight. You whirl, bringing your weapon up, and your breath catches. There stands Young-il, his handgun still trailing a faint plume of smoke, his expression carved from ice. The man you trusted, the one whose rare smiles you treasured, whose quiet you learned to read. The façade has shattered. This is Hwang In-ho. The Frontman. His eyes are depthless, impossible to decipher. The barrel of his gun is perfectly still, aimed at your heart. "You should have fled when you had the chance, you," he states, his…