Sean slowly turned fully to face them, his posture straightening, shoulders squared. The air around him shifted, and his gaze turned dark—a quiet warning for them to back away and not put themselves in a situation that didn’t concern them.The bartender’s hand still clung to Sean’s shoulder.Sean shrugged it off with a single sharp motion, as if brushing off dirt.The bartender’s face hardened. “Hey—what’s that supposed to mean?”The two men behind the counter moved closer, stepping into the open.Both were large, broad‑shouldered, and clearly used to throwing their weight around. They cracked their knuckles loudly, smirking like they had already won.“Look at him,” the first man said, eyeing Sean up and down. “Little boy walking around flashing pictures, acting like he owns the place.”“Yeah,” the second man added with a laugh. “You think Gig is some street punk you can just look for? Who do you even think you are? Huh?”Sean’s expression didn’t change. He showed no fear at their ta

Sink shook his head immediately. “No. We already paid a deposit,” he reminded him. “And you know this guy—he’s the best at keeping organs fresh for a long time. If we switch, we lose everything. We have to wait for him.”Gig exhaled sharply, furious but knowing Sink was right. They had paid the deposit, and if they did switch, it would impact their budget as well, but staying longer only gave Sean more time to find them.Yet, he couldn’t leave without any money or anything that could give him money. After all that trouble, he definitely needed it.“Fine. But if he doesn’t show up in the next ten minutes…” He kicked a piece of metal across the ground. “We’re screwed.”Evan wheezed, barely conscious, dirt sticking to his bloodied face as he lay limp on the cold floor.Sink folded his arms. “Let’s tie him tighter and keep him in the back. Once the doctor arrives, we start immediately. Then we’re out of here before Sean tracks us.”Gig nodded. “Do it. And make sure he doesn’t die before w

The older doctor fumbled with his pocket, almost dropping his phone.“H-Here—here—”He pulled it out and handed it to Sean with both hands shaking.Sean glanced at the location on the screen. He nodded once and slipped the phone into his pocket.The older doctor licked his dry lips.“P-Please… let my son go now. We—we told you everything. Just… let him go.”Sean looked at him, expression unreadable.“No.”Both doctors froze. They had thought that as long as they spilled out everything, he was going to let them go, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case at all.Sean’s voice was ice. “People like you who take organs from people tied to tables, people who beg for their lives, you shouldn’t exist.”“Please—please—” the older doctor whimpered, tears spilling. “I’m begging you—don’t—don’t hurt my son—please—we can stop—we’ll never—”Sean didn’t even blink.Bang.The younger doctor’s body jerked, then went limp in Sean’s grip. He collapsed to the floor like a discarded tool.The older docto

The boat cut through the water, speeding farther and farther away until the warehouse became nothing but a dark shape in the distance.Eventually, even Sean’s silhouette disappeared.Gig finally sagged against the side of the boat, pale and sweating, blood soaking through his shirt. He was shot, and blood was seeping from the injury. The more he stared at it, the more the pain intensified.“It hurts!” he cried out, wincing as he tried to raise his arm. “When was the last time I was shot? Six years ago? And it was from a cop, but this guy is no goddamn cop!”Sink dared to glance back. There was nothing. No Sean, no bike, no gun.He exhaled shakily. “O-Okay… okay… I think we’re far enough. I don’t see him anymore.”Gig hissed in pain, gripping his shoulder. “Shut up… don’t—don’t say his name…”Sink crawled closer, swallowing hard as he looked at Gig’s wound. “Damn… he got you good. Just—just stay calm, alright? When we get to shore, I’ll remove the bullet. I can do it.”“YOU?!” Gig sna

Gig’s lips curled further. Finding the dart was like a lifeline to him.‘I'm good with darts, so this might work,’ he thought.However, Sink stared at him with wide eyes…eyes that didn’t think the same as Gig. Sink knew they had been escaping purely because of luck, and that luck could run out at any moment. He also didn’t want to do anything stupid that would further anger Sean.‘Our deaths might not be painful if we don’t offend him more,’ Sink thought.“Come on!” Gig called out. “Why are you wasting so much time? I said I have a way to slow him down.”Sink blinked, panic still clouding his features. “S-Slow him down? How? He’s… he’s a freak in the water… he won’t stop!”Gig waved him off, mind racing. “Just trust me. We’re not done yet. Watch.”He lined up the darts, examining their small, sharp tips.A plan had formed. If he timed it right… Sean wouldn’t expect them to use the darts against him while he was in the water.And for once, Gig felt the thrill of the hunt shift in thei