❛❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ɪs ɪɴ ɪᴛs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ. ❜❜
____
A Secret Organization hidden in the shadows, built with the purpose of seizing and abducting criminals all around the world where the society we lived in is full of malicious fugitives
Agents are hired to d...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I'm smart, not because I'm a genius. But because I can control the world with just a click of a button."
—𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧, 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
_____________________
[(A/N: Taehyun is bias wrecking himself. I don't like that but I ain't complaining ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And heads up, there's going to be a lot of Fast and Furious references ahead, literally one of my favorite action movie series. I'm missing Tokyo Drift though huhu)]
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Woman Behind the Steering Wheel
YUNA'S POV
My head feels heavy and constrained, swirling with frenzied thoughts as I forced my eyelids to lift a single fraction, the first thing I felt is the metal object restricting my joints to move, from my elbows, wrists and ankles. No shit Sherlock!
The recent events flooded my brain like a landslide, that regarded me my own groan of displeasure. But then the moment I remembered losing unconscious under the Silent Killer himself made my entire nerves bolt in alarm, my mask is still intact but who knows if he peeked pass through this thin object
I tried to sit up but failed miserably, it was a useless attempt knowing I'm basically under this metal cuffs. Gazing around, I'm still in the same room where his men had kept me isolated from the light, there's a small window to my far left which I can use to escape if I wasn't restrained
There's a silver tray to my right where there's a syringe and a bottle of some kind of medicine on a nightstand. Other than that, there's absolutely no form of entertainment in this gloomy room
My harnesses and pockets are empty, I can feel it, presumably he stole my little toys for his heart's content. He really outdid himself this time around. I already have my chance to escape since I used the old tactic to count my heartbeats as an escape route but my pride got the best out of me and it landed me in a much deeper trouble
The creaking sounds of the door snapped me from my reverie as I crane my neck to my left to see three figures entering the room I was in. I hurdled further in the mattress as it means I don't want anyone near me... or perhaps I'm discreetly pulling out my secret weapon
The middle man emerged from the shadows as I sighed in clear distaste knowing who it was, "You should have escaped instead of attempting to assassinate me." The jerk spoke as if he has the audacity to order me around
