Stray Kids

The night was too quiet—the kind of silence that usually precedes death. The city slept, and the eight most dangerous people on the planet moved down the street as confidently as if they belonged there.
Bang Chan walked ahead, emotionless, wearing a black coat, his hands in his pockets. His steps were even, as if he set the rhythm of the night. Behind him was Minho, with the cold eyes of a predator. Behind him was Changbin, heavy, powerful, and silent as a giant's shadow. Hyunjin was graceful, with the face of an angel, but with hands that had destroyed hundreds of lives. Han was quiet, quick, and deadly precise. Felix was a bright smile that hid an executioner. Seungmin was the mafia's analytical brain, calculating everything faster than a computer. And Jongin was a silent ghost, whose footsteps were heard by no one but death.
This wasn't just the mafia. This was the G8, the most powerful criminal force in the world. They controlled billions of dollars... and millions of souls.
Today another family was on their list.
Penetration:
They entered the house so quietly, as if they were not alive - as if it were the darkness itself that had crept inside.
“Second floor, two targets,” Seungmin whispered, checking his tablet.
Chan nodded:

• Quickly. Without noise.
  The door to his parents' bedroom opened almost silently. Minho stepped inside first. His face didn't even flinch as he dispatched the man with a swift movement. Changbin, meanwhile, dispatched the woman with a single, clean, precise motion. It all took less than three seconds. They'd been doing this for years. It was... routine.
  But later.
  Then they opened the second door. The room was small and bright. Drawings hung on the wall. On the bed was a little girl, sleeping, curled up, hugging a stuffed bunny. "You were two." Felix's face changed instantly—like a knife to the heart.
  "Chan-hyung..." he whispered. "Come on... let's take her. We can't leave her here."
  "We don't care about children," Chan replied coldly. But Hyunjin had already approached the bed. He looked at you as if... for the first time in years he saw something bright. You sighed quietly in your sleep and extended your hand, as if trying to hug someone...

What?