“Keep searching! We can’t lose him!” Torch lights shone everywhere, behind counters, in-between shelves, and finally, in a dark stairway. Down a flight of stairs, a man wearing matching black coat and pants, in addition to a bloodied white shirt was leaning against a wall, semi-conscious, on a puddle of blood that one would suspect came from him.

“There he is! GUYS! Oh my god oh my god. Man, you’re gonna be just fine! Don’t go dying on me now! CALL THE PARAMEDICS!” Frantic sounds of four men, mainly the man known as Jonghyun echoed through the walls of the hollow stairway.

A fellow squad-mate is dying. This couldn’t be right! We were trained! We were the best among the best!

Another man, whom the squad called Nuri, took off his own coat hastily and used it to provide cushion for his dying squad mate’s head as he was lowered to the floor. The team’s medic, Khun, ed the blood-soaked white shirt of the man now lying down on the floor, spotted a gaping bullet hole in his chest, and-a stab wound on his stomach. He took off his coat and tried his best to put pressure onto those two separate wounds.

This is not good. This is not good at all. He’s not gonna make it. But you must make it! We are you, you are us, we are a part of each other, this can’t be happening!

“Minho, wake up. Open your eyes, look at me dude. Hell no this is happening. What about the Australian trip we said we’re gonna go together after all this is over? The five of us together!”

The man pacing back and forth was Taec Yeon. He felt like getting out of the dark stairway. Perhaps, this would be another dream. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. As a Supreme Echelon leader, he felt terribly guilty for the person dying was Minho, and not him.

I should have known he would act on impulse. Why didn’t I stop him?! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, hang on a little while brother. Help is coming.

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The following chapters will be written in such a way that it will eventually lead to the event that is happening in the prologue.