The bright sky was a clear, faultless blue canvas as Infinite wandered the downtown streets. Travelling as one unified group, their mere presence exuded authority—authority that was rightfully upheld by reputation and infamy. When it came to street rank, Infinite was a true force to be reckoned with. Below these streets, the city came alive at night, and while urban families and working class citizens slept on unaware, fighters just like Infinite came out to play. It was here, in this underground realm of rivalry and competition, that Infinite established their domain.

     With success of such a degree came a certain level of respect, but also a level of fear, of aversion. They passed a single man on the road as they walked—a shady dealer looking to make a quick buck. But as Dongwoo glanced in his direction, the man didn't dare make eye contact. They cut through an abandoned alleyway, keeping their eyes peeled for any familiar faces. Being such prominent figures as Infinite was, a familiar face was usually one that wanted to gut you like a butcher.

     Sungyeol scuffed his shoe against the pavement, disrupting the tiny pebbles and concrete dust of the cracked sidewalk. "I'm bored," he stated absentmindedly, "Nothing ever happens around here anymore."

     "No one would be stupid enough to mess with us on our own territory," said Sungkyu as he let out a haughty laugh.

     Hoya just shook his head slowly, "Tsk tsk, now where's the fun in that?"

     Dongwoo kicked an empty aluminum can as he walked along with his hands tucked in his pockets, listening to the hollow clink of the metal against asphalt. He watched as it rolled along the ground, gradually coming to a stop near the edge of a rusty old dumpster. He didn't notice it at first, but as he looked closer, he could have sworn he saw a hand lying limp on the ground, coming out from behind the corner. He narrowed his eyes, unsure if they were playing tricks on him, and walked over to get a closer look.

     "Guys," he called out, "I think…there's a body over here."

     That's when he noticed that the pile of crates that should have been stacked along the wall were smashed and strewn apart, as if something had crashed right through them. He walked past the edge of the garbage bin, and his eyes widened as he swore under his breath. "What the…"

     The rest of Infinite joined him, looking down at the same thing he saw on the ground.

     "What is…"

     "…"

     "Is that…"

     "It looks like a girl, but…"

     Indeed, it looked like an ordinary girl lying on the ground by their feet, but the all-too-noticeable wings protruding from her back were unlike anything they had ever seen before. This was far from a Halloween getup gone wrong. The white, delicately feathered appendages hung limp across her shoulders, one of which looked painfully crooked. There was a subtle glow to h