His eyebrows furrowed into a small frown and his fingers swiftly moved to count the cold, hard cash in his hands once again before he looked up at the group of men standing before him.

“You said you’d double the amount if I finished the race in ten minutes, I did it in less than eight.”

As if on cue, his team pulled out the guns that were well hidden within the waistbands of their pants, directed towards the members of the opposing crew while his own, aimed straight at their leader.

“So, hand the money over.” 

This is a story about twenty year old Chanhee and written proof that every cloud has a silver lining.