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Idea #1: Ca$hero— Na-Dan x Sang-ung
”You fucker! You never mentioned that there would be guards!” “Well, you just never asked. Plus, I never said you’d make it out of there in one piece”
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Sang-ung comes back injured after Na-dan tells him that he would help him pay off his debts, only if he does him a, not so small, favor. Realizations and confessions ensue.
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The bustling city stands tall over the horizon, lights burning so brightly against the dark of the night. Orange sparks from the mountain, the worn factory crumbles under the heavy embrace of grand flames, bringing with it a strong stench of iron and soil.
Sang-ung scurried through the forest, panting, desperately seeking for a way to escape. The Mundane Vanguards were catching up, he could hear it —he could FEEL it— the vibrations and resonance of their steps, the upspending feeling crawling up his back and shuffling down his spine as branches snap and crack off in the distance. He needed to make it out quick, The vanguards were closing in on him, but so was his deadline— the damned deadline Na-dan gave him— He could never understand the man, one moment he’d be there, mockingly staring, plotting. Another he’d be monitoring, quietly watching from a distance, then oftentimes he’d just come forth and help, though that always involved favors, Grandiose one.
Na-dan had sworn to help him pay his debts, in exchange for a few files which he needed to steal from his sister’s secret lab. He had promised that it wouldn’t be much work getting in and out of the small secluded building, so why? Why was he getting chased by a battalion of armed men at midnight in some secluded forest? Worse of all, he had ran out of cash at that critical of a point. He now was no different from a human, no different than he was before this had all started— Before the superpowers, before Park Jeong-Ja, before the superhuman society, before the Vanguards, before Na-dan, before everything.