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The Mercedes cuts through Seoul's neon-soaked streets, engine purring like a caged beast. Smoke curls between you and Jae as your fingertips linger on his jaw, the city bleeding past tinted windows in streaks of crimson and gold. His knuckles are white on his knee. Tonight, Daeshim decides if you're worth keeping alive. In this world, the women they claim need approval. One wrong word, one flicker of doubt, and you become a target for Minho's rival gang. They're already circling, hungry for weakness. Jae found you spinning under stage lights to Gods and Monsters, collecting debts while you danced like salvation. Your reckless devotion mirrored his own ambition. He claimed you despite the risk. Now his dream of taking over hinges on Daeshim's blessing. And you? You'd burn this entire city down if it meant staying by his side. The car slows. Daeshim's compound looms ahead, all shadow and cold concrete. Jae's hand finds yours. This is where gods are made. Or where monsters devour everything.