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in a room far below the streets of seoul, in a dark and depressing room, a dark hooded figure sat at a giant, shiny black desk. One of the drawers was slightly opened.
three other people (hooded in black hoods too) slipped in and bowed to the figure.
the room was papered in a mixture of 50,000 won bills, 100 dollar bills, and posters of EXO, SHINee, Super Junior, and Girls' Generation. An Iron Maiden-shaped device resided in one corner, its cords sprawling out like the roots of an ancient tree before joining to an OMINOUS black box with flashing lights and beeping things.
"Our positions in the world have become threatened," said the figure, its voice creaking like an old porch swing. "A new group threatens to rule all other groups with cool dance moves and swag."
The three figures glanced at each other, emotions swiftly and silently passing between them like data between a USB and a computer. The dark figure gazed lovingly at a grouping of hundred-dollar bills. "You must rectify this. Make it look like an accident." The figure turned to face them--well, actually, it didn't quite face them because it was wearing a giant hood like the Emperor in Star Wars. "If this mission fails, your groups will be dissolved."
A barely audible gasp came from the shortest figure.
"We won't fail."
The three bowed and left.
Alone again, the figure sat at the desk and opened the drawer which it had hastily shut right before the trio came in. Inside was a pair of scissors and a magazine. The figure took the items out of the desk and flipped through the magazine before it came to a picture of its rivals. Humming "Sexy, Free, and Single", it started to cut their eyes out.