A Prince in the Alley

Miles away, a lone figure made his way through the narrow alley. The fine young man in his early thirties was wearing a long trench coat and a hat, hiding his face. He looked too polished and refined to be walking in the shady alleyway which was fraught with unknown danger but he did not care. There was something that needed to be done.

Jonghyun ignored the stares from the glum looking homeless people around him. They were leering at him as if he was their prey but for some reason they did not dare to go any nearer. A long, black gun glinted under the dim streetlight, indicating that the man was armed.

He stopped in front of a door on the side of a brick building. The time was past 3 AM and the world slept, blissfully unaware of the prince who was loitering in the darkness. He knocked on the door. A Japanese man opened it and frowned.

"Kirishima," Jonghyun stated.

"It's late at night," the man said in a heavy accent. "Come tomorrow-"