Changmin coughed violently; his lungs fighting against the smoke that he had no choice but to in. His body hurt almost everywhere. He could feel the sticky blood trickling down the side of his face. This was going to be a long fight for freedom from this psychotic yet powerful group of people threatening to destroy Korea to get the dominance they wish. This was war in every sense of the word.

                Smoke made it impossible for him to see better as he lifted his gun, aiming it ahead and ready to shoot any enemy that came his way. This was a war of survival – a war of the fittest. Groaning in pain as he dragged his nearly limp body into a seemingly empty alley, he inwardly cursed those psychopaths. He used to think that danger like this existed only in books, movies and games. Now life had slapped him in the face with this reality and he wondered how the good ones could escape alive.

                He could hear the clicking of shoes before he could register the sound. Changmin was far too sure that it was his end. He was a bloodied mess with little ammunition left. It was impossible for him to fight the enemies off. But he wasn’t going down without a fighting. Changmin spun around, ready to fight when he suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulders and he found himself being pulled behind a tall brunette. Her hands held a gun each and she raised them, pointing them at the two incoming men.

The two skidded to a stop; disbelief clear on their faces. “You… Aren’t you working with us? Traitor!”

“Not very nice words to end your life with, now is it?” With that, she fired and the two fell to the ground with a smoking bullet embedded on each of their foreheads.

Changmin watched; his jaw dropping in shock, hesitating to finally look at the girl. “You’re… Who are you?”

“I’m a friend… an enemy… Take your pick, really.” With a wink, she added. “You owe me one.”

It wasn’t the last time Changmin owed his life to Choi Sooyoung.