@hcwlin404ā| starter call | kyu & ?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Cold metal slid against his skin, the gunās magazine slipped into the back pocket of black jeans. The one bullet that remained in the chamber was poured out into his hand, gun tucked casually into his waistband. Kyu was a lot of things, had done a lot of bad things, but he wasnāt a murderer.
The words of his boss were still echoing in his ears. āAny means necessary,ā heād said, shooing Kyu out the door as if he was some unwanted visitor instead of a paid employee. Ā The implication that it was to be solved with a bullet was there, but since it hadnāt been explicitly statedā¦
āHey.ā His voice was deep, but soft spoken ā an attempt to draw the attention of the man he was seeking. Why his boss wanted this particular person, he didnāt know; heād only been told there was money involved, and it needed to be returned. āMy name is San Kyu. My boss sent me. Can we talk? Trust me, you really want to hear what I have to say.ā