It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the twins, Isla and Luzy, are playing at the park with their 12-year-old friend Win-Win. People rarely visit this area because it is located in a secluded place in the city and has been worn down by the seasons. The reason why this location had been neglected.
They chose to play in this area because, aside from the fact that it is rarely visited by people. They are also concerned about Luzy's health. She had a skin disease and asthma, so she always wore a surgical mask. They also wanted to keep Luzy away from prying eyes due to her unusual skin color.
The trio were so engrossed in their house game that they didn't notice the stranger who approached them. The man in his mid thirties was dressed in a black leather jacket and denim pants and had a tribal tattoo on his left cheek.
“What are you doing here, children? Shouldn't you be playing at the other park with other kids your age? ” The stranger said as he knelt down to them. To be fair, the man could have been attractive; he's tall, with a cream-colored complexion, a fine nose, and pinkish lips; and the tattoo on his face added some spice to his appearance. The only thing that detracts from his beauty is the unmistakable huge scary scar that runs across his forehead.
“We didn't like it there. They're bullying and keep picking on Luzy.” Win-win answered the stranger.
"Win-win! Don't talk to him! He's a stranger and don't you remember what my mommy said? Don’t talk to strangers?! Look at him! He look so scary!" Isla peevishly scolded Win-win while holding the hem of his shirt.
Someone from afar is watching them intently, unnoticed. Waiting for the right moment to take the children.
“Look at what we've got here. How fortunate to see you here, Dragon.” says a beefy man with an eye patch to his right that appeared out of nowhere. He is armed with high-caliber guns.
"Henna." Said the man called as Dragon.
“Your name is Dragon?” It was Luzy who spoke up this time. Her tiny voice was tinged with fear. Isla and Win-Win were becoming concerned with presence of the new comer who’s armed with gun.
Dragon stands up and looks Henna in the eyes, emotionless. Over fifty armed men dressed in black suits came out from hiding. Surrounding them.
Win-win as the oldest, hug the twin who starts to tremble in fear.
“What do you want? I've already left the mafia and everything behind. You have nothing to gain from me.” Dragon speaks to them in a cold, icy tone.
Henny burst out laughing as he spoke, "You think we want you? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Dragon's brow furrows, not understanding what Henna is up to.
“What do you mean? ”
Henna smirked and moved closer to Dragon, whispering in his ear.
"We're taking these kids you're with."
~Raynel"Xephtys!""Xephtys!""Xephtys!""Xephtys!""Xephtys!"The roaring cries of the crowd echoed throughout the Battle Arena.Cheering.We are here in the Underground City, a hidden location where gangsters, assassins, mafia princes and princesses, reapers, and other people with dirty jobs take shelter or permanently live.The majority of illegal work comes from here, and it is protected by the government because they can profit a large sum of money from here during election season. You know, all the nefarious tactics they’ll do in order to obtain their desired position. The authorities as well had never raided this area. You know, money can make anything work.Not everyone is welcome here though. People can't enter if here if they don't have a UC card, but it can be obtained, they need to be in an assassin guild, gangsters, mafia, or other organization that fits in the criteria
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~Seth"Willsmith!" When I saw her fall, I cried and ran towards her, cupping her face and lightly tapping it."Wake up!"There was no reaction.“Hey! Sh*t!” I cursed under my breath.I remember her having asthma, fuck it!Oh, no. I scoop her up in a bridal style and rush to my car.I quickly buckled her seatbelt and rushed into the driver's seat after putting her in the passenger seat.What should I do now?I look at her, hoping she will wake up soon. I pressed my ear against her chest to see if she was still alive. Thankfully, her heart was still beating normally.That gave me a sigh of relief.My mind is debating, my left and right brain arguing over whether or not to take her to the hospital.My left tells me to bring her, but my right tells me not to.If Mrs. Willsmith will be informed that her daughter has been admitted to the hospital. She'll undoub
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