Acting like a drunk girl, you started walking tipsily raising your left hand in the mid air humming the song I’m y and I know it.

“Agassi, the party is out there you are not allowed here” one of the 2 bulky guards annoyingly said.

“a-a-ajussi~~~ h-had yo-you e-ever been to he-he-heaven?” you said, pretending to be wasted.

“please walk away Agassi or we will see you as a threat” the other warned.

“or maybe hell ajusshi? h-had y-you ever been to hell?”

“what is this girl talking about?” the guard ask his partner.

“she’s crocked” the other replied.

“do you want me to show it to you?” you seriously said, not stuttering, standing properly like person oozing with confidence.

“what ar..” before he could even finish his sentence his dead body fell on the floor along with his partner.

Blood flowing from a whole on their forehead’s nad your grip on your gun tighten.

You only intended to drop one blood tonight and its Joung Gu’s Blood not some worthless guards but you have no choice.

You open the door and the familiar interior welcomed you.

The same old Coaches, the whine racks on the wall, the same collection of old expensive wine bottles.

Your eyes shifted to the end of the room where a man is standing with his shaking hands griping on the gun pointing it at you, eyes full of fear.

“Hello godfather”

“E-eh?” he stutter, clutching on t