Introduction & Prologue

Xiah Junsu.



A player.



A criminal.



In terms of "toys," how do I capture their hearts?



Simply the looks.



In terms of "guns," how dangerous am I?



One bullet from my gun, results a murder with a cold heart.



Gang? Fu.ck it.



I work alone.



Certain people just wants to touch a gun.*



Evil?



Yes I am.




Cruel?




You name it.




Devil?



How did you know my middle name?

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"Baby, you got some nice skin."


She trembled as his rough hands touched her cheek.


The blood from an earlier victim stained her cheeks as his thumb wiped away her tears.


"Don't shake, baby girl. I won't hurt you. Shh, don't cry."


She hated blood. She hated the smell of iron lingering under her nose, yet what can she do?


She was captured and held hostage at an unknown place by the most dangerous people in Seoul.


Specifically, the most dangerous person in Seoul.


What can the terrified young woman do?


Do what they say, and shut up.


That's what she can do; that's what they ordered her to do.


"Hush now. Blood is not permanent. Your tears are washing it away."


"I-I want to...to go home.."


He smirked.


"No can do, baby. No can do. Sleep, and I'll come back tomorrow."


He kissed her forehead temptingly, giving her a sense of violation, and left the storage room,


leaving her alone again in tears, and a hope for a rescue.


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* meaning he works alone, but other people (DBSK & Suju) are with him. Therefore it's a gang, but Junsu will often mention that he works alone.