Let's go to the Blood Complex

The three stepped into the dark warehouse, their silhouettes momentarily swallowed by the shadows until the door clanged shut behind them. For a heartbeat, only silence filled the space, thick. Then, flickering lights buzzed to life, casting sharp, jagged shadows across the empty floor.

The single beam of light swung to reveal three figures bound to chairs at the centre—Kwang Min-soo, Jiwon, and Mr Song. Their mouths shut, hands plastered to the arms of their chairs, and legs locked in place, unable to shift an inch. To their sides stood two towering figures, and the stark light caught the red of their eyes, a smirk pulling at their faces.

Both demons exuded raw power, with physiques sculpted as if solid stones formed their structures. Each had a vivid red dragon tattoo coiled around their wrists, pulsing as if alive, and they stared at Seung, expressions twisted into looks of utter disdain.