The underworld of Busan was restless.
What should have been a time of prosperity for Ji-Yeon's Black Viper Syndicate had instead become a season of unease. Not because of law enforcement. Not because of internal betrayal.
But because someone — or something — was moving through the city's criminal underbelly like a phantom.
And leaving bodies behind.
The Disappearances
It started small.
A minor gang in Yeongdo District known as the Dragon Claws went dark.
Their hideout — an abandoned fish warehouse — was found abandoned, blood smears on the walls, crates smashed, and no bodies.
Then came the Seokjin Blades, a street gang operating in the northern docks.
One night, their leader Dae-Hyun left his club and never returned.
The next morning, his car was found under a bridge — doors open, engine running. Blood on the seat. No trace of him.
Over the next two months, four more gangs vanished.
The Broken Suns. The Gunwol 13. The Crimson Shadows. The East Harbor Sons.
All gone.
Some left signs of a struggle. Others simply vanished into the night.
No witnesses.
No police leads.
Only rumors.
Whispers in the Underworld
In the gambling dens and back alleys, stories spread in hushed voices.
"They say it's one man."
"No face. No name. A ghost."
"Moves like a shadow. Strikes without sound."
"Wipes out entire gangs alone."
Some claimed it was a foreign assassin brought in by the Russian mob.
Others whispered darker things — that the spirits of the dead from the Gukje Market massacre had returned for vengeance.
The one thing everyone agreed on:
No one was safe.
And every gang left standing grew paranoid.
Men patrolled with rifles in hand. Bosses refused to leave their hideouts. Low-level soldiers fled the city. Black-market arm dealers tripled their prices.
And in the heart of it all, Ji-Yeon sat in her gilded office, her perfect world beginning to crack.
Ji-Yeon's Suspicion
Her lieutenants gathered around a blood-red map marked with pins where gangs had disappeared.
"This isn't random," grunted Chul-Woo, her enforcer. "Someone's targeting our enemies. Clearing the field."
Ji-Yeon's eyes narrowed. "Not for our benefit."
"No one's claimed responsibility," another murmured.
"They won't," Ji-Yeon said coldly, rising from her chair. "Cowards strike from the shadows."
A strange unease crept through her — one she hadn't felt in years.
She turned toward the window, the neon glow painting her pale face.
Could it be… him?
She had left him to die.
But no body was ever found.
She dismissed the thought.
Dead men didn't crawl out of graves.
Still… a small voice whispered in the back of her mind.
What if this one did?