Walking.

Walking within the shadows of Warne City.

The darkness hiding the young boy's full of wound face that is merely covered by measly bandages.

Yet his eyes are fierce. As fierce as a monster. His will overflowing with desire.

The red haired boy walks, and walks, and walks. His hand leaning to the walls of the dark alleys of the city. He wears a simple blue T shirt and tattered jeans. Yet despite the fashion, his strides aren't showing any form of happiness at all. Only rage and vengeance filled his grudge-filled heart.

He closes his eyes as he remembers that time. That time when the wimpy loser was actually able to beat them, humiliate them, and destroy their very dignity as a member of 'WHAF".

People may have insulted and degenerated that exact name, but he believes that it is not merely a name. It was a symbol. A symbol of who they are, and how strong they are.

A group created for the sake of bonding those that have the greatest of strength. It can even be said that WHAF has a massive influence inside the city's system itself. The membership has been so wide that even some government officials are now involved in this group.

Thus, If he choses it so, He can change the boy's life into a living hell.

He reminisces on his memories. That time when the boy 'accidentally' sent a bicycle straight to his path while he was walking with his gang. The boy apologized, but after seeing his attempts in that action, He took advantage of that attitude instead. It was always his desire to dominate someone weaker than him. He always believed that the weak doesn't deserve to live in this world after all. The strong are the only ones deserving to even breathe air in this planet. He hates the weak for their life of peace. For him, it was always like a joke. The 'so called' peace was always something so false. He wanted to lay waste. He wanted to change those false expression on their faces.

That was something he accomplished after he gained control of Kyle. He dominated him to the very end. Every information and possible moves were taken into account immediately. He took advantage of everything that's possible. He does so to see that pitiful face of his. That look of giving up, the look of accepting his weakness.

He loved it. Truth to be told, he even thought of it as orgasmic.

But suddenly, "that" happened. As if he changed, he proceeded to destroy them. Just as he thought of dominating a girl too, he instead miserably fails. He experiences the worst form of humiliation he could have possibly experienced in his life. But not only that affected him, something else made it worse.

His mental state.

Currently, he feels broken. He doesn't know what to think of. Not even the money from their gang can help him out. He is completely ruined.

In other terms, he is mindfucked.

Despite the first hand experience, he still cannot believe the truth. Rather, he refuses to accept it. He refuses to accept that his source of entertainment, is actually destroying him. He refuses the fact that he was just defeated By a boy unable to beat him for 3 years. His sanity just cannot accept it.

He can't accept that his superiority disappeared just like a bubble.

So his instincts led him to the man capable of helping him. Helping him gain that "superiority" once again. To dominate him and show him who is the true greater one. To whom should rule over the weak. He must do so. Or else his mind will never be at peace. Every second, he can feel his sanity vanishing along with his patience. Knowing that, He hurries to their hideout.

Exactly. The 'WHAF's hide out.

As ridiculous the name is, It is still an organization strictly inside the city. And such is why the Hideout of this group is hidden from plain sight.

Gian walked with his limpy legs towards an abandoned train station. Considering it's currently 2018, Barely anyone uses trains anymore and thus the trend of it was forgotten. Unless you're Asian, Trains are important for Asians after all.

Anyway, back to the story.

After the trend of bus, taxis, cars, and other possible vehicles have surfaced, This train station was forgotten by the public as various buildings covered it and hiding it from plain sight. Suggestions of simply destroying- or to word it better, demolishing it for renovation of a new building. Apparently, A hooker's bar was supposed to replace the station but WHAF decided to use their funds to have the station for their own needs.

As Gian goes down the stairs leading underground, he hears the various noises from below. Noises such as Moans from you-know-whats, playing with illegal drugs, drinkings, and more.

And when he gets there, that is exactly what he sees.

The underground is covered by three different grounds depending on rank. The lowest one is the outside of the trains, which is the station itself. Lights are blaring from the sides as different kinds of newbies are drinking. Several Tents are placed as well for resting reasons since most of the members actually lives there.

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This is the 3rd Ground. This is where the members get to take their time to have fun as much as they want. It may even be called a lobby room for them. It's simply a place for hanging out for... stuff.

People acknowledged Gian as he walked through the space that serves as a road towards the door of a cab of the train. Respect and praises were shouted to Gian, to which he simply ignored. He was too busy to talk to them anyway, and his stress also made it clear that he don't want to interact with anyone. Fortunately, his expression showed exactly that and those exact people immediately looked away from him. After all, there is a saying that "if you mess with gian, you will face terror". Several acts of such have already happened, thus proving it.

He entered the train ignored and was greeted with more rational looking people this time. Men that looked like their wallets would never be empty half-filled the room. Most of them are simply smoking and playing card games. Before you say it, No. It's not a children's card game. Gambling and the like is what it is.

This is the second ground. This is where most influential people are stationed. After all, to not be caught and arrested, It requires them to have certain connections. And such are what the second ground is. People filled with connections such as policemen, Lawyers, And just like what was said earlier, businessmen. Of course, "persuading" such people are difficult but it was merely a simple thing for this group. For the corrupt ones, there is money already prepared in the first place. Yet if there are people needed to be "invited" to the group that refuses, they use blackmails and the like to force these people to enter it. After that, it's only a matter of time until they succumb to that taste of power.

Such is how they continued to exist for years.

Gian just simply passed through these men. Some even talked behind his back but he ignored it. It was just a gossip about hoe he was the youngest leader and the one leading the 3rd Ground anyway. He doesn't care much about that already, it was easy to get used to it. In the first place, the 2nd Ground was quite boring in Gian's Perspective. He believes that control must be done personally, Not by something as lazy as staying in the shadows.

And with such thought, he enters the door leading to the main cab of the long train while ignoring as much gossips as he can, Barely containing himself the urge to punch each of them in an instant.

"Like I said, We have to install a freaking hooker tent already!"

"And like I said, thats dumb, You can already buy them at the city so why make one?"

"Because we need it!"

"Oh that's just seriously retarded Rex! And like I said, No Billy. I am never friggin adding a cocaine Plant. And that is final. In fact you're just completely addicted to it. And as much as I allow it, I don't allow insane people. This is not freaking Archam Asylum, You ain't becoming joker here fuckermother- oh. Gian."

Gian was met with an amazing sight of 2 people arguing. A blond, long haired man in a polo shirt is sitting in a table while conversing with a punk looking 3rd Ground man arguing about hookers. While just now, The blond haired man confirmed to a guy near the door that has a tattered t shirt and in a dirty appearance.

The blond man is the current highest leader of the Group. Lance Luster. A successful businessman in the age of 23 and the one mostly managing the group. Thanks to that, his connections by far was the greatest. There is also the founder but no one really talked about him, considering that no one really knows his existence. Only Lance somehow actually knows of it and perhaps only he will know until his death.

"Lance, we need to talk."

"Oh? Very well. You two, get out of here. I have a talk with my brother."

And Lance is Gian's Brother.

The two got out quietly, Yet it is obvious that their faces as filled with complaints and dissatisfaction. But of course, nobody said anything. Especially not to the two leaders of the gang.

"Well my brother, Why are you here today? As far as I can tell, You are already full on your own here. You don't need my help at all anymore. So give me a good reason."

And just like he said, it is true. 20% of the gang's fund is his. Truth to be told, he doesn't really need to talk to this man at all. He and his brother never really talked much. They do share a personal close bond yet the time and work has separated the two of them. With Gian focusing on the 3rd Ground and Lance focusing on the 2nd, it would seem that these two are never really related. At least to the outsiders that is.

However, this time, Gian needs his brother's help. Even if he has to grab the sharp edge of the knife this time."

"You heard what happened, right?"

"Yes, I did. You are actually really pitiful right now, to both the 2nd and 3rd Grounds. Your reputation has taken a massive hit to it. I even had to hide the truth about your attacker or else others would take advantage of it. You know, 'the leader actually got defeated by their victim in the most shaming way possible.' You do understand, right?"

Gian clenched his fist but endured the frustration. Lance chuckles to his reaction.

"Well, what about it then?"

"... I need to defeat him. No, I need to destroy him. "

"Heeeehh~? For what reason my brother?"

"... for the group's reputation. I will make him regret how he destroyed our pride, our dignity, and our-"

"Shut up."

"... what?"

"Stop lying my foolish brother. I know that you're lying. After all, nobody can actually be that dumb. Only 13 people were defeated. And yes, that includes you. But That does not affect us at all. We have 248 members. 194 of them being your side and the remaining being part of the 2nd ground. Nobody knows the boy and no real relatjon is actually given. For all we know, he is just a random guy that won accidentally. It does not concern us all. Therefore, making that motive completely pointless. "

"..."

Gian was shocked yet was also expecting this all along. His brother has always been a smart man. He thought of his pride first as an excuse but as expected, This will happen.

He deeply breathes in.

"Yeah... you're right... the real reason is that... I'm obsessed lance. I want to regain that control again. I want to see that look on his face as I take that stupid grin off him! I WANT TO DESTROY HIM COMPLETELY BROTHER!! I WANT TO DESTROY HIS EVERYTHING! I AM OBSESSED ON DOMINATING HIM BROTHER! I FEEL ORGASMIC JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AS I TORTURE HIM TO DEATH MYSELF!"

"Pfft, hahahhahaha!! As expected of you, my sadistic brother. Bravo, bravo indeed. Very well. Nero, come out."

Just as Lance says so, a sudden gust of smoke appears from the darkness of the window behind him and flies straight to Gian himself.

As it penetrated his body, insufferable pain spread in his entire system. What's worse is that he doesn't even know where the pain is from. He just feel himself flopping around like a doll. His eyes rolled to the back as he flops and drops, then flops again as the cycle continues. His body steaming hot as it felt that he's burning from within.

But of course, he isn't burning. It was just his soul being torn apart as a spirit forcefully takes control. He doesn't realize it yet.

"W-why?! A-aarrgghh?!!"

"I heard from one of your own men the details. And I know that you can't possibly kill him, much less hurt him no matter what you do. Your only hope is this. Don't worry, I assure you that you won't die. You have a strong 'will' after all. So just talk to Nero there. Nero, take it easy for him alright?"

Lance said as he smirked at his suffering, foolish brother.