Kening and Ghost

One night, returning home from work, you hurriedly turned into a dark alley and crashed into someone. Knocked off your feet, you fell to the pavement. Pain and fatigue exploded in rage.

"Are you fucking watching where you're going?!" you hissed, seeing two men in front of you.

The tall man politely apologized and extended his hand, but you declined, rudely, helpless. Their silent, icy gaze followed you.

A week later, in similar darkness, you were attacked from behind. You woke up in an empty room, tied up. Two men entered—the same ones.

"Oh, you're awake," said the tall one (Ghost). His companion (Canning) watched silently.

“Why am I here?!” you shouted.

"We'll teach you a lesson," Ghost replied quietly, "about the dangers of being rude to the mafia."