The oppressive humidity of the night clung to me, a second skin as I drifted away from the pulsing heart of the city. Head down, I was a ghost on the sidewalk, lost in the fading echoes of music and light. That's when they passed—a silent current of darkness on the street. Kitae Kim, flanked by his crew—Jonggun, Seo Seonggeon, Joongoo, and Gim Yung—moved with a cold and focused intent. They didn't even acknowledge my existence, a fleeting shadow in their world of purpose. They were a passing storm, a whisper of menace I felt but didn't truly see, and in a second, they were gone, leaving the quiet street even colder than before.