It was 1 AM. Viktor sat in his regal chair in the dark, cavernous room, with Alia sitting on his lap. In one hand, Viktor held a thick, expensive cigarette, its smoke spiraling toward the ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of fine tobacco and blood.
Alia was no longer the terrified girl of the past three days; a demonic, enchanting glint had taken over her eyes. She smirked at Viktor and placed her long, red nails against his throat. With a sudden flick, she slightly slit Viktor's throat with those sharp nails.
As the bright red blood seeped out, Viktor didn't cry out in pain. Instead, he stared at Alia with an intoxicated intensity, his pupils dilated as if savoring her violence.
Alia went a step further. She lowered her face to the wound on his neck and slowly began to drink the warm blood with her tongue.
Viktor remained still, the cigarette still glowing at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pressing her head firmly against his throat. His gaze was filled with a terrifying fascination.
Viktor: (In an incredibly low and eerie voice) "This is what I wanted, Alia... my blood will make you immortal, and your ferocity will calm me."
The corners of Alia's lips were now stained with red. She finished and looked up at him. Viktor exhaled a cloud of smoke and pressed his forehead against hers. Inside the room, only the sound of their heavy breathing and the echoing rain remained.Viktor slowly untied the ribbon from Alia's hair, letting her long, thick tresses cascade down her back like a waterfall. He lowered his lips to her blood-stained neck and began to kiss her deeply.
Alia seemed to sink into a trance. More than pain, a strange intoxication consumed her, and her head slumped down in a mix of exhaustion and surrender. Yet, amidst this intimacy, she held her favorite black gun in her hand. The cold metal of the weapon provided a sinister strength to her fingers.
Beyond the window lay the dark sky of the Korean city. In the silence of Seoul, an owl flew in and perched on the ledge. The owl had deep blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds in the dark. Those blue eyes didn't belong to a mere bird; they were Viktor's—another form of him, watching everything from a distance.
Viktor whispered into Alia's ear:
Viktor: "Hold the gun tight, Alia. Tonight, the blood of our enemies will soak this city, and that blue-eyed owl will be our witness."
Alia placed her finger on the trigger, while Viktor's lips continued to claim ownership over her neck. The blue-eyed owl let out a haunting cry and flapped its wings, flying away as if signaling the beginning of a new destruction. The silence was shattered by the deafening sound of a gunshot. A flash of fire sparked in the dark, but it wasn't clear who the target was. Smoke filled the room instantly.
Downstairs in his quarters, Anashia was relaxing. Hearing the shot, he jerked upright, his demonic calm vanishing in a second. He quickly summoned a maid.
Anashia shouted at the maid in a voice thick with anger and suspicion:
Anashia: "What happened? What was that sound? Who was shot?"
The maid was trembling with fear, her face turning pale. She stuttered as she tried to answer:
Maid: "Master... Master Viktor and Miss Alia are in the room upstairs. The shot came from there. But I don't know exactly what happened!"
Anashia gritted his teeth. A strange doubt crept into his mind did Alia attack Viktor? Or did Viktor reach the limit of his cruelty and finish her off?
He bolted up the stairs, his red eyes burning with fierce intensity. As he reached the door to Viktor's room, he saw smoke curling through the cracks, and an eerie silence emanating from within. Anashia was staring into the room, heart racing, when Alia suddenly appeared from the shadows behind him. She lunged forward, digging her sharp red nails into Anashia's throat, whispering in a chilling tone, "What happened? Who are you looking for?"
For a man who had seen countless horrors, Anashia was genuinely terrified. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he felt the sting of those nails. Both he and Viktor were momentarily stunned by her sudden, aggressive transformation.
Anashia: (In a trembling voice) "Hey! What... what is this? Alia, what are you doing?"
But in that very instant, the tables turned. Alia, who had tried so bravely to terrify the terrifying Anashia, suddenly lost her nerve when she saw Anashia's genuine shock and felt Viktor's sharp, piercing gaze on her. Her confidence shattered as quickly as it had appeared.
She jumped back, her eyes wide with panic, stammering, "Sorry... sorry!"
The woman who was intimidating a Mafia Lord just seconds ago was now scared of her own shadow. After successfully scaring Anashia, she ended up scaring herself even more. Her cold, stony expression melted into one of pure embarrassment and fright.
Viktor, sitting in his chair with blood still trickling from his neck, let out a small, dark chuckle at the sight. Anashia rubbed his throat, feeling the deep marks her nails had left despite her sudden change of heart.
Anashia: (Clearing his throat, still shaken) "You're going to drive me insane, Alia! I thought someone had actually been killed!"
Alia sat huddled in the corner of the sofa, trying to hide her gun, looking completely flustered. The deadly tension in the room shifted in an instant into a strange, awkward silence.Alia tried to shake off her fear and, with a smirk, pointed at Viktor, saying to Anashia, "Who is that behind you? Viktor! Just listen to his nonsense then!"
That was it. The moment she spoke, all hell broke loose. A heated argument started between Viktor and Anashia once again.
Viktor: (Wiping the blood from his neck, shouting) "Anashia! Did you think you owned this palace while I was gone? Where do you get the nerve to take Alia away from my lap?"
Anashia: (Screaming back) "Hey! I was only fulfilling the duty you gave me. You were the one who told me to 'take care' of her! Why are you blaming me now?"
Viktor: "Taking care doesn't mean keeping her prisoner! Why did you tie her hands to the bed with your tie? Was that my order?"
Anashia wasn't one to back down. He gestured wildly, arguing that everything he did was out of respect for Viktor. Their shouting match made the room feel like it was about to explode. The blood on the neck, the gun in hand, and the horrors of the last three days were all drowned out by this petty bickering.
Alia sat between them, watching these two act like toddlers. Eventually, it became too much, and she put her hands on her head in frustration.
Alia: (Screaming in annoyance) "Shut up! Both of you, just shut up! Are you Mafia Lords or school kids? My head is spinning from your constant yelling!"
The two of them stopped dead at Alia's outburst. Viktor still had the cigarette pressed between his lips, and Anashia was huffing in rage. Alia realized that being stuck between these two monsters was the greatest tragedy of her life.Alia's temper had reached its breaking point. Seeing that logic wasn't working, she decided to attack the two Mafia Lords in their own languages.
First, she turned to Viktor, glaring at him, and spat out a Russian curse:
Alia: "Пошёл ты, Виктор! (Poshól ty, Viktor!)"
Get lost, Viktor! or Go to hell!)
Viktor froze for a second. He never expected Alia to curse at him so directly in Russian. He stood there, stunned, swallowing his cigarette smoke while staring at her.
Then, Alia turned to Anashia, who was still gesturing wildly. She cut him off with a sharp Korean insult:
Alia: "야, 이 개새끼야! (Ya, i gaesaekki-ya!)" Hey, you son of a btch! or You animal!)*
Anashia looked like he had seen a ghost. His jaw dropped he never imagined Alia would insult him like that in the heart of Seoul.
The room fell into a pin-drop silence. Viktor and Anashia stood like statues, staring at Alia. She was still panting, her fists clenched tight.
Alia: "I don't want to hear another word! Either you both get out of here right now, or should I gift you the remaining bullets from this gun?"
Viktor wiped the blood from his neck and let out a dark smirk, while Anashia grumbled and backed away. Seeing Alia's fierce transformation, both realized that continuing the argument tonight would not be safe. When Viktor saw Alia cursing him in Russian, he let out a sinister smirk. He caught Anashia's eye and gave a subtle sign, as if they were going to team up against her.
Alia narrowed her eyes and snapped, "What? What new sign is this now?"
But she couldn't have imagined what would happen next. Viktor attacked her in her own language. In a surprisingly clear accent, he spat out a Bengali curse:
Viktor: "Don't cross your limits, Alia! I can turn your fire into ashes in a second!"
That was the breaking point. All sense of decorum vanished as a fierce three-way argument erupted. Viktor was shouting in Russian and Bengali, Anashia was screaming in Korean and broken English, and Alia was firing back at both of them relentlessly.
The fight reached such a peak that Alia couldn't stay still. She lunged off the sofa and, in a raw Romanian style, began pulling their hair one by one.
She grabbed a fistful of Anashia's hair first, then yanked Viktor by his collar. All three of them were practically on top of each other, struggling. The hair-pulling, the shoving, and the chaotic blend of languages turned the regal room into a total battlefield. Blood began to seep from Viktor's neck again, and Anashia was desperately trying to save his hair.
Outside, the rain intensified, while inside, the wild brawl between these three showed no signs of stopping!Alia was no longer just a woman; her hidden identity—the skilled Agent—awoke within her. In the middle of the bickering, she suddenly stepped back and took a combat stance. Before Viktor or Anashia could react, she began delivering professional agent-style strikes.
She first swept low and delivered a powerful kick to the back of Anashia's knee, causing him to lose balance and hit the floor. Instantly turning, she grabbed Viktor's arm and forced it into a joint lock. Viktor was stunned by the sudden shift in her strength.
Alia: (Gritting her teeth) "Did you think I only knew how to be a prisoner? Never forget my training!"
She delivered a controlled yet powerful elbow strike to Viktor's chest. Then, with lightning speed, she used Viktor's own long coat to wrap around his neck, pinning him. When Anashia tried to get up from the floor, Alia shot him a warning glare that made him freeze in his tracks.
The room was no longer filled with chaotic bickering, but with the silence of a professional warrior. Alia had subdued both Viktor and Anashia so effectively that both Mafia Lords realized this girl was far more dangerous than they had ever imagined.
Viktor panted and smirked, his blood now staining Alia's shirt.
Viktor: "This is the form... the reason I chose you, Agent Alia."