Under the silver glow of the half moon, five shadowy figures emerged atop a rooftop overlooking Seoul’s silent skyline. They moved like ghosts—each wearing a unique mask that concealed their true identity, yet revealed something far more sinister: their true persona. This was the Quincsquerade, a feared group whispered about in underground circles.
Damien, their enigmatic leader, stood at the center, his plague doctor mask symbolizing intellect twisted into manipulation. His voice cut through the quiet like a blade. He calmly said. “Let the world remember what it buried. We’re not here for destruction… only to awaken truth wrapped in terror.”
To his left, Rachel, known as the Temptress, wore a porcelain mask etched with a cruel smile. Her presence radiated deceit and smirked. “They’ll believe anything if you whisper it sweetly. Especially the ones who want to be lied to.”
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Towering near the back was Nyoka, silent and imposing behind a horned tribal mask, symbolizing vengeance. She rarely spoke, but when she did, her words carried weight.
Nyoka spoke in a low and cold tone. “Balance must be restored. Blood for silence.”
Finally, Kerwin, in a half-melted, theatrical tragedy mask, represented corruption through sorrow. He spoke as if mourning the world he helped ruin. “They call us monsters… but they created us. Now they’ll watch what they’ve sown burn slowly.”
As the wind howled through the city, their cloaks fluttered like shadows in motion. The Quincsquerade had surfaced—and the game had begun.
This was only the first strike. And no one at the top was safe.
On the other hand, Tyler Kwan was not like the others on Si-woo’s payroll—he was more of a phantom than a man, a shadow who appeared only when summoned. His record was spotless, not because he left no evidence, but because those who might have spoken of him had long since vanished. In the darkest corners of Seoul’s underworld, whispers of his name were enough to silence a room. He didn’t need reputation; his efficiency spoke louder than legends. If there was anyone Si-woo could trust to get the job done without error or hesitation, it was Tyler.
Inside a dimly lit office, Si-woo leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp eyes narrowing as Tyler entered without sound, like the room had accepted him as part of the shadows.
"I was beginning to think you’d never show, Tyler,” Si-woo smirked faintly.
"You know I come when it matters. Speak. Who’s the target?” The guy was calm and emotionless.
Si-woo’s fingers tapped against the desk, deliberate and steady, saying. "Not just a target. A message. I need this done clean, no trail. The world should never know it was us."
Tyler’s gaze didn’t flicker, his voice as smooth and cold as steel. "Then it will be as if it never happened."
For a moment, silence hung in the air—Si-woo studying the ghost he commanded, and Tyler awaiting the kill order like a blade waiting to be unsheathed. In that silence, it became clear why Si-woo placed his trust in him.
Tyler wasn’t merely an assassin—he was inevitability. He hadn’t always been a ghost. Once, long ago, he was part of an elite private military unit that carried out missions no government wanted to acknowledge. He was the one they sent when diplomacy failed, when negotiations broke, when bodies had to disappear. But betrayal from within his unit left him as the sole survivor of a bloodbath, and in that moment, Tyler abandoned his name, his rank, and any ties to the world. He became a myth—moving through warzones, syndicates, and criminal networks like smoke. For the right price, he was anyone’s weapon, but he chose carefully. That was why Si-woo valued him—Tyler didn’t just work for money. He worked for certainty.
In the present, within the glass fortress of Si-woo’s high-rise office, the two men faced each other. The city skyline shimmered in the background, neon and shadow colliding like their conversation.
Si-woo leaned forward with a low tone of his voice. “Tyler… you’ve erased politicians, businessmen, even gang lords. But this is different. These idols, their handlers—do you know what happens if their secrets come to light? It could unravel the industry."
"You want me to silence someone connected to the leaks,” his voice was cold and precise.
"Smart as always. Valerie… she’s become a problem. Not just for me, but for Ryung. She’s too close to the truth, too close to exposing what must remain buried,” a faint smile was tugging at Si-woo’s lips.
For the first time, Tyler’s brow shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of curiosity breaking his stillness.
"She’s not like your usual targets. I’ve read her file—young, emotional, reckless, but not corrupt. Are you sure you want me to handle this?"
Si-woo’s eyes hardened, his fingers curling against the desk."I don’t pay you to question me. I pay you because when I say disappear, they vanish."
Tyler stood silently for a moment, his jaw tightening, then finally nodded."Then Valerie will never see me coming."
The room fell into silence once again. Si-woo leaned back, satisfied, while Tyler faded back into the shadows—already planning the ghostly strike that would change everything.
His reputation was built on cold, calculated precision. A former operative with a shadowy background, Tyler was known for his mastery in both tracking and elimination. His methods were surgical, his kills clean, and most importantly—his loyalty to Si-woo was absolute. To Tyler, loyalty wasn’t just a concept. It was a currency, and Si-woo paid him well. But loyalty also meant that he didn’t ask questions. He simply did what was necessary. Whether it was gathering intelligence, making an example of a rival, or, as it was in this case, hunting down a group of rogue operatives like Valerie and her Narrow squad, Tyler never hesitated. He followed orders to the letter, and the consequences of crossing him were always dire.
Tyler leaned against the rusted railing, his figure almost indistinguishable from the shadows around him. The industrial district stretched out before him—abandoned warehouses, old machinery, and dark alleys where even the most experienced hunters could get lost. But Tyler wasn’t lost. He’d been tracking Valerie and her squad for days, piecing together their movements with a cold, methodical precision. His informants had fed him scraps of information, but it was his own instincts that had guided him to this moment. He could feel the shift in the air; the squad was closing in, taking refuge somewhere nearby, and he had already set his traps.
His eyes narrowed as he checked the small screen on his wrist—coordinates, a few encrypted messages from his team confirming that all exits were being monitored. No one was getting out without his say-so. They were cornered. His lips twitched slightly, but the smile never fully formed. He wasn’t in this for the satisfaction of the hunt. He wasn’t even here for the challenge. He was here because Si-woo had given him the order. And when Si-woo gave an order, there was no room for failure.
Tyler’s earpiece crackled to life, and the voice on the other end was cool and efficient. “We’ve spotted them. The squad’s holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the east side. They won’t be able to stay hidden for long.”
He didn’t need more information. He knew the warehouse district well enough to know that Valerie and her team had already run out of options. There were only a few places left where they could go—places Tyler had already accounted for. He adjusted his grip on the gun at his side, the weight comforting in its familiarity. He’d do this his way—quietly, cleanly, with no surprises.
“You know the plan,” Tyler murmured into the earpiece. “Seal off all exits. Don’t let them slip by.”
A pause, then a single word of agreement: “Understood.”
Tyler exhaled slowly, his gaze locked on the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now. Valerie and her squad might be resourceful, but they weren’t prepared for someone like him.
The rest of his team was already in position, but Tyler preferred to stay behind the scenes, operating from the shadows. He had been in the field long enough to know that the less visible he was, the more likely he was to succeed. He had learned from experience that enemies underestimated silence—that’s when the most damage was done. So while his team circled like vultures, preparing for the inevitable confrontation, Tyler waited.
It wasn’t personal, of course. Valerie and her team had been thorns in Si-woo’s side for a while, and Tyler didn’t care about their motivations, their reasons, or their lives. His loyalty to Si-woo was absolute. That was all that mattered.
When he finally moved in, it was like a shadow sweeping over the area. Valerie and her squad would never see him coming until it was too late. He didn’t need to confront them directly, not yet. Tyler knew they were cornered, desperate—and that would be their mistake.
He spoke quietly into his comms as he advanced, his voice calm and measured, but with a dangerous undertone. “They’ve taken the bait. Prepare for containment. I’ll take care of the rest.”
A brief acknowledgement came from his team, but Tyler didn’t need confirmation. He knew how this played out. They would attempt to flee, maybe put up a fight, but in the end, there was no escape. Tyler’s resolve was ironclad, his efficiency a trademark of his approach.
This time, Valerie wasn’t getting away.
Tyler stood at the edge of the darkness, watching the faint light spill from the windows of the warehouse. His fingers brushed the cold surface of the weapon at his side. He felt the tension in the air and smiled to himself—a small, barely perceptible movement. This was his moment.
And the last thing Valerie would hear, if she was lucky, would be the sound of his voice in the dark: "You can run, but you can’t hide."
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Meanwhile, Valerie sat at the long oak table inside the Narrow Squad’s safehouse, her fingers drumming nervously against the surface. The room was filled with smoke, murmurs, and the heavy atmosphere of rebellion—Beom, Sunghoon, Luke, Max, Eunwoo, and the rest of the crew all sat waiting, while at the head of the table, Kai, the squad’s boss, leaned forward, eyes fixed on her. For weeks, they had tried to convince her to join, but tonight was different. Tonight, Valerie’s mind was finally made up.
"You’ve seen it firsthand, Valerie. The exploitation, the manipulation, the lies. You know better than anyone that this industry feeds on the young and innocent, chews them up, and spits them out. We don’t need another victim—we need a fighter. And I believe that’s you."
Valerie hesitated, her chest tightening with the weight of her experiences. Images of late-night meetings with Si-woo, the predatory stares of board members, and the cruel contracts designed to bleed idols dry flickered through her mind. Her voice shook at first, but as she spoke, it grew sharper, laced with anger."They’re not just corrupt… They're sadistic and sick. Every CEO, every staff manager who covers it up—they’re nothing but perverted-mindful predators. They hide behind their suits, their smiles, their fake concern, but behind closed doors, they treat us like property. Like disposable toys."
The room fell silent. Eunwoo, seated beside her, clenched his fists, his jaw tight with fury, but his eyes softened when he looked at Valerie—finally seeing her share the same rage they all carried.
"You’re not wrong. I’ve seen it too. They don’t see us as people, Valerie… only as investments. And when we break, they replace us."
Kai’s lips curved into a grim smile as he tapped the table once, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction."Then it’s decided. Valerie, welcome to the Narrow Squad. From now on, your fight is our fight."
Valerie drew a deep breath, her decision heavy but resolute. She finally nodded, the tension in her shoulders loosening just enough to reveal her conviction. "If this is the only way to take them down, then I’m in. No more silence."
The squad erupted in quiet approval—claps on the back, muttered agreements, and a few smirks of satisfaction. For the first time, Valerie wasn’t just a survivor. She was a soldier in the war against the very system that tried to destroy her.
The safehouse lights flickered dimly, the faint hum of the city outside muffled by thick concrete walls. After Valerie’s declaration, the air shifted—her words had sealed something irreversible. Kai leaned back in his chair, studying her with an expression that was both stern and approving, then he rose slowly to his feet and commanded.
"In the Narrow Squad, words aren’t enough. Trust is everything. Once you step in, there’s no stepping back out. We fight together, bleed together, and if need be, we fall together. Valerie—are you ready for that?"
Valerie’s throat tightened, but her eyes didn’t waver. She pushed her chair back, standing up in front of them all. "I’ve already fallen once in their world. I’d rather rise with you than let them break me again. I’m ready."
Kai exchanged a glance with Jason, the squad’s co-leader, who gave a firm nod. Then Kai extended his hand across the table, palm open. "Then take my hand, and with it, the weight of this war."
Valerie slowly placed her hand in his. The room, filled with silent onlookers, stirred as each member began to pound the table rhythmically, their way of sealing a vow. The sound echoed like a heartbeat in the shadows.
Eunwoo broke into a faint smile and spoke softly. "Welcome to the squad, Valerie. Now you’re one of us."
Beom leaned forward, smirking. "Guess the game just got a lot more interesting."
Luke chuckled, though his tone carried an edge. "The industry won’t know what’s coming."
Valerie pulled her hand back, but the warmth of Kai’s grip lingered. For the first time, she didn’t feel like she was standing alone against Si-woo and his empire. She felt like part of something larger, stronger—dangerous. "Then let’s burn them down."
The table-pounding stopped, and for a moment, silence hung in the air. But it wasn’t the silence of hesitation—it was the silence before a storm.
They sat together, the weight of their conversation pressing down on them as they shared what they had uncovered about Si-woo, the other CEOs, and the corrupt system they all operated under. It had taken weeks of covert investigation, pieces of stolen information, and quiet conversations with insiders to put the full picture together. But now, sitting in the safety of their hideout, they were ready to face the truth and share it with one another.
Valerie’s expression was steely, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the depth of the betrayal they had uncovered. "Si-woo is not just some ruthless businessman. He’s a monster," she said, her voice low but venomous. "The way he manipulates everyone around him, especially the staff—treating them like disposable tools to further his own goals. It’s not just about power or money for him. It’s about control, cruelty. He enjoys breaking people down, making them feel small, insignificant. He feeds off it."
Jason, who had been with Valerie through the majority of the investigation, leaned forward, his fists clenched on the table. "It’s worse than that. Si-woo has orchestrated everything from the top down. He controls the other CEOs like puppets, using their weaknesses—greed, vanity, ambition—to keep them in line. If one of them gets too powerful, too independent, they’re out—no second chances. And it’s the staff beneath them who bear the brunt of it. They’re worked to the bone, lied to, given empty promises of advancement, only to be discarded when they’re no longer useful."
Sunghoon, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke, his voice cutting through the tension. "And it’s not just them. It’s the entire management structure. The higher-ups don’t care about loyalty or respect. They exploit every single employee. Promotions are a joke—only given to those who are willing to bow and scrape, do their dirty work, and turn a blind eye to the abuse happening behind closed doors. Anyone who questions the system or tries to fight back gets crushed underfoot. I’ve seen it with my own eyes."
Valerie nodded, her jaw tightening as she recalled the specific incidents. "I’ve seen people pushed to their breaking point. Employees who worked their lives away for those monsters, only to be discarded without a second thought. People who were just doing their jobs, who didn’t have the luxury of turning a blind eye, who didn't have a choice but to keep their mouths shut. One wrong move, and they’re blacklisted. It’s a system built on fear, on pain, and the worst part is... everyone knows about it. But no one says anything, because they’re afraid of what will happen if they do."
Jason’s eyes burned with anger. "It’s like they’ve created this toxic culture on purpose. No accountability, no morality—just ruthless competition and survival of the fittest. You either conform or get crushed. It’s not just business. It’s a twisted game they play with people's lives. It’s designed to break spirits, to keep everyone fighting each other, so that no one ever thinks of fighting back against them."
Sunghoon’s face contorted in disgust as he spoke, his voice dripping with contempt. "And they have the audacity to sit in their luxurious offices, eating off the backs of the people they destroy. The whole system is corrupt to its core. They make it look like they're ‘leaders’—guiding the company to success, pushing innovation, ‘creating’ opportunities. But in reality, they’re just vultures, picking at the bones of anyone who dares to trust them."
Valerie slammed her fist down on the table, her voice now a fierce whisper. "They prey on the desperate, the hopeful. They sell lies wrapped in shiny promises, and when people believe them, they get chewed up and spit out. This isn’t just about corporate greed; it’s about breaking people’s will to live, to dream, and then using that brokenness to build their empire. It’s... sickening."
Jason’s expression darkened as he looked at them both. "We need to make them pay. Not just for what they've done to us, but for what they’ve done to everyone else. To every employee they’ve crushed underfoot, to every soul they’ve destroyed. This isn’t a war we’re fighting—it’s a reckoning."
Sunghoon leaned back, crossing his arms, his gaze cold. "We can’t let them get away with it. We’ve seen the real face of this company, this system. And it’s evil. Pure evil."
The three of them sat in silence for a moment, the gravity of their words settling in. They had a plan, but it was going to take everything they had to bring down such a deeply entrenched empire of corruption. One thing was clear: there was no going back now. They had seen too much, and they were determined to make sure the wicked, manipulative world they had uncovered would pay the price for its crimes.90Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo59YSTuP8V
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