Chapter 10 - Heat of the moment

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Seon-mi found herself back at the Karaoke bar, this time using the back entrance for a more discreet entry. Accompanying her was the cat, a silent companion in her endeavours.

Aware that this was a likely the common gathering place for the thugs identified by the system, she embarked on another recon mission to familiarize herself with the buildings layout. After 10 minutes of stealthy exploration, Seon-mi decided it was time to return home and plan her next move for the coming night.

As she and the cat made their way through the narrow hallway toward the exit, a sudden twist of fate revealed itself in two men that opened a door just as Seon-mi passed by it. To her absolute dismay it was the two thugs from her initial encounter with the woman– an unexpected and unsettling reunion that left Seon-mi frozen in place.

"Crap! Not these two, why are they even here?" she thought.

"Well what do we have here, look Yasu, it's that bitch from the other day" said the first thug.

"I have eyes Kaito I can see," replied Yasu.

Without so much as a warning Yasu grabbed Seon-mi and pulled her into the Karaoke room, throwing her onto the sofa.

"You're in our turf now, you can scream 'molester' all you want here, nobody's coming to save you." said Yasu.

He began to undo his belt and unzipped his pants.

"Kaito, stay by the door and stand watch," instructed Yasu.

"Why do I have to stand watch?" Replied Kaito.

"Just shut up and do it, you'll get your turn when I'm done," Yasu explained in a commanding tone.

Kaito left the room and stood outside the door, his shadowy figure visible through the window pane in the door.

Upon opening the door to leave, Yasu had inadvertently let Seon-mi's cat inside the room.

"Now, let's have a little fun shall we." Yasu took his pants off and stood there in his trashy button down shirt and underwear.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Shouted Seon-mi.

"Cmon baby, I'll be quick I promise," he approached Seon-mi but before he knew it Seon-mi sent a harrowing kick towards his chest.

As if expecting this he shifted to the side, grabbing Seon-mi's leg and pulling her in closer.

"Let's see what's under this damn hoodie you're always wearing huh," Yasu grabbed her by the collar and began to unzip it.

"Get the fuck off me you creep!" Seon-mi kicked and struggled but Yasu was clearly physically stronger than her.

After forcefully removing her hoodie, Seon-mi sat there in a vest top and her tracksuit pants.

"Ohh, so you've actually got some meat on you," he said while ogling Seon-mi's chest.

He rushed towards her, ignoring her struggles and began to tear away at her vest. She was moments away from being stripped down to her bra. Yasu eagerly continued to rip and tear at her clothing, getting closer to her nakedness by the second.

Seon-mi knew reasoning with this man was out of the question, he had his mind set on what he wanted to do. So she readied herself for what was about to come next.

Struggling to get one hand free, she reached to the side, still fighting off Yasu's attempts to see her completely nude, and summoned the inventory box. Without even thinking Seon-mi reached in and pulled the blade out, unsheathing it in the process.

The speed at which she pulled it out was a testament to the hopelessness of the situation she found herself in. Not even thinking for a moment she ran the blade across Yasu's neck as she extracted it out of her inventory, creating a perfect slice across his throat.

Then there was a brief silence, Yasu stopped his attempted assault and clutched his throat. His eyes widened as he looked at Seon-mi, as if in disbelief that a small girl could do something so brutal.

After a few more seconds, came the gargling sounds followed by a stream of blood gushing straight through Yasu's fingers and spraying Seon-mi indiscriminately. The crimson hue decorated her entire top half and the wall behind her too.

Seon-mi's heart raced as the gravity of her actions sank in. Yasu dropped to his knees, the struggle evident in his attempt to articulate words as blood continued to pour from his neck. Moments later, he collapsed face-first onto the floor, life extinguished. A pool of blood spread around his lifeless body, sealing the irreversible outcome of Seon-mi's choice.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" we're the only words racing though Seon-mi's head.

Standing in the karaoke room, wearing only a ripped vest top that revealed her bra, which was now stained with blood, Seon-mi understood that relaxation was a luxury she couldn't afford. Another thug lingered outside the door, demanding her attention. With determination, she rose to her feet, wiping the blood from her eyes as she prepared herself.

She summoned the System box and a notification appeared

IN PROGRESS:  A SMALL GROUP OF THUGS HAVE TERRORISED YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD FOR OVER TWO YEARS.

DISPOSE OF THEM

THUGS KILLED: 1/15

RECOMMENDED LEVEL: 5

"What? Why has it started the mission?" Seon-mi thought for a moment. "Of course, these idiots are with them! Dammit, if I knew I wouldn't have come today. I'm not even at the right level to start this mission."

Seon-mi checked her info page

INFO

LEVEL: 3

XP: 29 (LEVEL UP AVAILABLE)

AVAILABLE COINS: 15

NAME: Song Seon-mi

JOB: Hitman*

GENDER: Female

AGE: 23

WEIGHT: 58KG

HEIGHT: 5'5

HP: 100

SP: 99

MP: 100

CONDITION: Blood-Soaked, Mentally Distraught

STATUS EFFECTS: None

XP TILL NEXT LEVEL: 15

"What about my stats"

ATTRIBUTES

STRENGTH: 10

SPEED: 5

CHARISMA: 6

DEXTERITY: 5

AGILITY: 3

IQ: 20

SKILL: 7

ENDURANCE: 16

LUCK: 2

HUMANITY: 1001

SKILLS

NONE

AVAILABLE COINS: 15

Thanks to her increased IQ stat Seon-mi's brain was subconsciously thinking of exit strategy's before she had even fathomed the thought.

Thanks to her elevated thought process, she approached Yasu's corpse and flipped him over. His eyes now dead and vacant, the wound on his neck had began to clot and blood stopped spilling form it. She patted him down and brought out a phone from his front pocket, putting it into her pocket.

As Seon-mi looked around she noticed the cat was in the room too, sitting on the sofa, watching the entire situation unfold.

"Well thanks for the help" she said.

"Meow" it replied

Seon-mi approached the door, pressing herself against the wall next to it. Kaito, the next thug, stood guard just outside, visible through the glass pane. Switching off the light, enveloping the room in darkness, Seon-mi readied her katana for the impending confrontation. She began to execute her plan.

She knocked twice on the door.

"Yasu, you done already? Ha, you quickshot. Guess it's my turn," Kaito exclaimed, opening the door and stepping into the room.

"Huh? Why's it so dark in here?" he questioned, caught off guard.

In a swift move, Seon-mi drove the katana deep into his side, feeling the blade break the skin and tear through muscles as she plunged it in before retracting it swiftly.

The man let out a pained cry and dropped to one knee.

"What the fu-" before his sentence was even finished Seon-mi used the confusion to quickly put at end to the encounter.

She gripped the katana tightly with both hands and drove it straight through Kaito's left eye, causing the blade to emerge out of the back of his head.

The room fell silent.

Kaito's lifeless body dropped to the floor, taking Seon-mi's katana with him. It was deeply lodged into his skull, it was evident Seon-mi was no weapons master, she hadn't obtained the knowledge or skill to masterfully kill and extract her weapon in a single swift move.

In the aftermath of the intense confrontation, Seon-mi stood in the dimly lit karaoke room, breathing heavily. As she switched the light back on, the eerie glow revealed the aftermath of her actions – two lifeless bodies lay on the floor, blood stained walls and furniture and her cat nonchalantly grooming itself on the couch.

With a resigned sigh, Seon-mi addressed her feline companion, "C'mon, let's get out of here."

Maintaining a firm grip on her katana, she opened the door cautiously. However, there was a group of men entered the hallway just as she was leaving.

An uneasy silence hung in the air, each side sizing up the other – Seon-mi, half naked, blood-soaked and wielding a katana, facing off against the silent thugs who now found themselves in the confined hallway. The tension was palpable, a moment frozen in time where no words were spoken, only the weight of the impending clash lingering in the air.