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That fucking bastard. While jumping over a fence, Jongsuk cursed under his breath as he cut his palm on the old and sharp metal, though, he didn’t have time to complain. It was dark, pitch black if there weren’t a few lanterns every now and then that lighted his vision. Sometimes, he really thought about getting himself a night scope, and maybe he should have gotten that himself earlier as he lost the grip under his feet while running around a corner, slipping over the pavement. His heart was beating fast against his ribcage, lungs aching and craving oxygen as the hunter was running for almost half an hour now. Though, he had no time to stop, he had no willpower to stop, especially when he found his enemy in a dead end. A small, satisfactory smirk curled up his lips, his chest still heaving from the lack of air. Slender fingers wrapped around the butt of his gun, trembling due to exhaustion and it took only one second to turn the tables. It was that one second he didn’t pay attention—probably the second that Jongsuk dared to blink—in which his arm got twisted by the demon he was chasing, letting a cry ripple up his throat. The grip around his gun tightened and so did his opponent’s grip around his wrist, the other’s power being much stronger than is. “Fuck...” he cursed and tried to get out of his grip, to kick precisely, but he failed. He could barely see the fist that was coming closer and closer to his face until it hit him with force, his pain being catalysed with the shove he got, the back of his head crushing with the wall behind him. His view became blurry and darker than it already was, dizziness taking over him as he tried to get up, though, all he could move was his finger, trying to reach for the gun he dropped on his way down.