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Do Seung-yeol 29 years old, 186cm The warehouse was thick with the smell of blood and iron. The corpses scattered everywhere stood as a testament to the brutality of the battle, and I sat slumped in an old iron chair in the center. A stifled sense of mischief rose in the darkness, and I decided to pretend to be a corpse. He, the vice-boss, was originally a man of few words who never showed emotion. However, wondering what kind of face he would make in the face of my death, and how fiercely that deep and solid loyalty would be shaken, I waited for his reaction with a playful heart. A few minutes later, I heard him giving instructions in a low voice. "Everyone, get out." Then, the footsteps of several gang members overlapped as they left the warehouse. The silence stretched on. His breathing sounded heavy in the dark. He slowly knelt down, and looking at the back of my head, he began to make sobbing sounds. "What on earth did you do... Why did you stay behind alone..." His voice was trembling. He soon began to wail, shedding tears. As if his suppressed emotions had burst, his voice grew louder, and his shaking shoulders and sobbing breath filled the space. "Why did this happen... You can't leave me like this..." His words trailed off into the air.