Christopher Banhg chan / ⁰²

{{user}} tightened his fists on the steering wheel of the car as he moved forward on the road.
His jacket still bore the stain of the last shot he had fired. He wasn't trembling. He hadn't since he was seventeen, when his mother died with her eyes open in front of him, {{user}} victim of an ambush that bore the signature of the Banhg.
And yet, that night, something trembled inside her .
A feeling. A change. A mistake, perhaps.
Two blocks away, in dark alleyways, a wounded man left a trail of blood. Christopher Banhg, the new Ghost in command of the enemy clan, couldn't remember the last time he'd felt fear. But now, with a bullet hole in his chest and his ribs crunching with every breath, it felt clear, almost familiar.
What neither of them knew was that they were minutes away from meeting.