🩸 BLOOD OATH

Episode 1

Rain hammered relentlessly against the empty streets, turning the city into a blur of shadows and silver reflections. It was 2:13 AM.

Three black luxury SUVs sliced through the storm before stopping in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The engines fell silent.

For a brief moment, the only sound left was the rain.

The rear door of the middle SUV opened.

A pair of polished black shoes stepped onto the rain-soaked ground.

Tap.

Tap.

Every bodyguard standing nearby instinctively lowered his head.

No one dared to speak first.

The man adjusted the black leather gloves covering his hands before slowly lifting his gaze toward the old warehouse.

His expression was unreadable.

Cold.

Calm.

Dangerous.

This was Jay Kian.

The youngest mafia boss the underworld had ever seen.

People feared his name more than death itself.

Not because he shouted.

Not because he threatened.

But because once he gave an order...

...it was never taken back.

A bodyguard stepped forward carefully.

"Boss..."

Jay Kian didn't look at him.

"The target is inside."

Silence.

The rain continued to fall.

Jay Kian's deep voice finally broke the quiet.

"Move."

The heavy warehouse door groaned as it slowly opened.

A cold gust of air escaped from inside.

The lights flickered weakly.

Dust floated through the darkness.

Rows of broken wooden crates stood abandoned like forgotten graves.

The place looked deserted.

Too deserted.

Jay Kian walked in first.

His footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse.

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

Behind him, six armed bodyguards spread across the building, checking every corner.

"Clear."

"Nothing here."

"No movement."

One of the guards suddenly stopped.

"Boss..."

Everyone turned.

Near a broken pillar, something glittered beneath the dust.

A silver pendant.

Jay Kian crouched down and picked it up.

It was old.

Scratched.

Yet someone had protected it carefully.

His sharp eyes examined the strange symbol engraved on its surface.

A wolf surrounded by a circle of thorns.

One of the guards frowned.

"I've never seen this symbol before."

Jay Kian silently slipped the pendant into his coat pocket.

"Keep searching."

Minutes passed.

The warehouse remained silent.

Too silent.

Then—

"Boss!"

A guard called from the far corner.

"There’s something here."

Behind a stack of rusted containers, they found a hidden steel door.

It had been concealed so well that no ordinary person would have noticed it.

The guard pulled the handle.

Locked.

Jay Kian stepped forward.

With one powerful kick—

BANG!

The old lock broke apart.

The door slowly opened.

A narrow room lay beyond it.

Unlike the warehouse, this room was clean.

Someone had used it recently.

A wooden table stood in the center.

On it rested a single envelope.

Nothing else.

Jay Kian picked it up.

Inside was a blank sheet of paper...

...except for one sentence written in dark ink.

"You're already too late."

The room fell silent.

One bodyguard clenched his fists.

"We were tricked."

Another searched the room again.

"No cameras."

"No fingerprints."

"No evidence."

It was as if the owner had disappeared into thin air.

Just then—

A phone vibrated.

Everyone froze.

One of the guards answered immediately.

"...Yes?"

His expression changed.

"What?"

He looked at Jay Kian with visible tension.

"Boss..."

"The target escaped."

Silence.

Rain continued to beat against the warehouse roof.

No one dared to breathe.

Jay Kian slowly closed the envelope.

His eyes held no anger.

Only cold determination.

He turned toward the exit.

His voice was calm.

Almost emotionless.

Yet every person in the room felt a chill run down their spine.

"Find him..."

He paused.

"...Alive."

No one questioned the order.

No one ever did.

Because once Jay Kian began hunting...

...there was no escape.

To Be Continued...