Prologue:
It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, and the twins, Isla and Luzy, are playing at the park with their 12-year-old friend, Win-Win. People rarely visit this area because it’s located in a secluded part of the city and has been worn down by the elements. This neglect is the main reason the park has fallen into disrepair.
The trio chose to play here because, aside from its seclusion, they are also concerned about Luzy’s health. She suffers from a skin condition and asthma, so she always wears a surgical mask. The twins also prefer to keep Luzy away from prying eyes because of her unusual skin color.
They were so engrossed in their game of “house” that they didn’t notice the stranger approaching them. The man, in his mid-thirties, was dressed in a black leather jacket and denim pants, with a tribal tattoo etched on his left cheek.
“What are you doing here, children? Shouldn’t you be playing at the other park with kids your age?” the stranger asked, kneeling to their level.
To be fair, the man could have been considered attractive. He was tall, with a cream-colored complexion, a fine nose, and pinkish lips. The tribal tattoo on his face added a unique edge to his appearance. However, a large, unmistakable scar running across his forehead gave him an intimidating air.
“We didn’t like it there. They bully us and keep picking on Luzy,” Win-Win answered the stranger, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Win-Win! Don’t talk to him! He’s a stranger, and don’t you remember what my mommy said? Don’t talk to strangers! Look at him! He looks so scary!” Isla scolded, clutching the hem of Win-Win’s shirt.
Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching from afar, their gaze fixed intently on the children, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“Look at what we’ve got here. How fortunate to see you here, Dragon,” a gruff voice interrupted. A burly man with an eyepatch over his right eye appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was armed with high-caliber guns.
“Henna,” the man called Dragon muttered, his expression hardening.
“Your name is Dragon?” Luzy asked timidly, her tiny voice trembling with fear. Isla and Win-Win glanced nervously at the armed newcomer, sensing the danger.
Dragon stood, his icy gaze locking with Henna’s. As he moved, over fifty armed men dressed in black suits emerged from hiding, surrounding them.
Win-Win, the oldest, instinctively hugged the twins, who had begun to tremble in fear.
“What do you want? I’ve already left the mafia and everything behind. You have nothing to gain from me,” Dragon said, his tone cold and detached.
Henna burst out laughing. “You think we want you? Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Dragon’s brow furrowed. He didn’t understand Henna’s intentions. “What do you mean?”
Henna smirked, stepping closer. He leaned in, whispering in Dragon’s ear.
“We’re taking these kids you’re with.”
