Kuroi Hitsuji
Beneath the cold, surgical blades of light in the 'God Hands' Gallery, the raw arrogance of Rich City fused with the menacing bass hum, forming a colossal, ticking machine primed to consume any sign of failure.
Vera, agile and focused, found her progress critically halted, frozen by the unwavering integrity of a biometric smart-lock. Amidst the sterile marble and ice-glass, her gaze locked onto a pair of unnerving red retinas—the eyes of a man radiating pure, lethal discipline. He was an apex predator accustomed to killing with bare-handed efficiency, now frustratingly defeated by a momentary string of complex code.
When a localized frequency jammer suddenly activated, caging them both in dangerous isolation, the two hindered professionals instantly recognized the stark truth: collaboration was their only path to survival.
One desperately required a perfect physical diversion; the other, an impossible digital breach. Their entire, high-stakes negotiation was reduced to a secret code, silently exchanged under the intimate guise of a casual lean against a stiff shoulder.
The final, sharp question hung heavy in the air: Who would ultimately prevail, and what unspeakable price would they pay for a mere ten-second window of opportunity?
— Inspired by LINE Let's Get Rich ©Netmarble —
Trigger Warning:Violence, Psychological Trauma, Lethal Action