"Silver dollar

golden flame

dirty water

poison rain"

"Could he have a hit list?"

The agent thought studying the different clues and evidence pasted on the link chart in front of him. The first victim as of this month was a known criminal/gang leader, Kang Jongsub, involved in multiple drug dealings and weaponry exchanges. After his death, his gang were unsurprisingly found dead a few days later.

"Is it a chain?"

Thoughts & unsolved mysteries repeating in his mind second after second, the second victim was a businesswoman, name Jo Yeona, who has been sent to court 3 times for sexual harassment against a minor, found dead a day before being sent for the 4th time to court.

"Or perhaps they're linked"?

It was ominous how the victims of this month all committed different crimes, is he suddenly rethinking his path? If he is, it would be ridiculous to his entire reputation. An idiotic choice. Why would a known criminal do such nonsense, that's why he's referred to as a criminal anyway.

'If I've solved previous cases this won't be any different' he thought keeping his hopes high, he could be wrong, but 1 rule to apply for meeting a professional agent, never underestimate them. Which is why no one would even dare talk bad about him.

This had to be his hardest case yet, catching the most wanted criminal in the city, alias known as 'The Veiled Fox', purpose unknown, related attributes to other people, unknown. There were slight similarities between them, but they both had one goal. And that goal is to change the city for the good, or the bad.

The Agent's intentions were to stop all proceeding crimes roaming the city, saving innocent lives from the danger. The Veiled Fox's intention were to spread fear and pain throughout the city, creating more harm to show that he could be treated as a God.

His expression became extremely serious when his ear piece vibrated once again, this time he answered with no hesitation "We got a–" "Name, age, address & reputation of the victim, I need it now" he cut in sitting on his desk, eyes glued on his link chart. "R-right" the person on the other side stuttered.

"Kim Changho, 33, address unknown as of now, he works for a gang called 'Anarchy' we know because it's carved onto his gun, amateur move I must say."

Agent 423 stayed unfazed and concentrated focusing on the matter at hand, he took of his ear piece to avoid any more distractions. The word 'Anarchy' repeating in his mind, what kind of moron would name his gang Anarchy "tch" he scoffed walking over to the pile of paper just sitting there on his desk, a bunch of unanswered requests for assistance on more cases.

His job is known by many, but his main focus was on this case. He called each individual denying every request given until he came across a file. Zhong Chenle that was the name of the boy showed in the picture, he looked quite young and rich, seemed like he was enjoying his youth well.

He noticed a phone number on the file thinking if he should dial in the number, and unsurprisingly he did so.

Ringing.....

"You have reached the Zhong household, what is your purpose?" A female assistants voice rang from the other side, the agent hesitated rechecking the file of request given then asked "I'd like to speak to Zhong Chenle, is he available?" In the most innocent sounding way possible, almost like as if he knew him.

"Unfortunately no, is that all?"

Her tone was slightly harsh and expected coming from an aggressive underpaid maid, the agent sighed leaning back on his chair "I see, tell him I'd like to meet with him tomorrow at the nearby police station" "What, who ar–" before the woman could finish he hung up, getting amused all of a sudden.

He stood up from the messy desk, walking into a different room, very differently designed than the previous one. It was more vibrant, and cleaner than his office no doubt. He glanced at a nearby mirror eyeing a small scar by his eye, the scar has been there for ages, as if it wouldn't heal.

Water droplets scattering above his head and on the porcelain tiles as he showered. His hand roaming around his own body making sure every part is hit even the slightest with soap. He sighed in content moving his hand further down. The glass turned opaque as he took his warm shower, making it visually hard to see through.

His silhouette on the other side of the glass conveyed his muscular figure, taking in as much of his exclusive details. As he continued he couldn't help but think about his lifestyle & how he's progressed so much. He lived alone, in an apartment previously owned by his family, no one else has entered his apartment for the past 8 months aside from him. He liked being alone.

At least that's what he thought.

After the agent hung up on the maid she was utterly confused at the call that just happened. 'A police station?' She thought, unknowingly she stomped to Chenle's room slamming the door open revealing a focused boy playing on his PS5 "What the hell are you doing here?" Chenle asked irritatingly because of the interruption "What did you do this time?!" The maid scolded tugging on his ear, Chenle dropped his controller gripping onto the olders' grip.

"What are you talking about?" He asked innocently, her tugging increased as she said "I just got a call saying they wants to meet you at a police station!". Chenle just looked utterly confused and sighed as he was now able to remove her fingers from his ear "I don't know ok?".

The maid stomped out of the room ready to tell his parents and all he did was sigh again "You can come out now" He stated rubbing at his now red ear still hurting from the forceful tug.

The figure exited the closet hands in his pocket and his eyes staring deeply at the boy sitting on his bed achingly "Do we have a deal?" He asked opening the boy's bedroom window ready to make his departure. Chenle shrugged "I'll meet you tomorrow".

"Fine" the Veiled Fox replied exiting through the window, hands gripping on a tree branch as he dropped down to the ground, his feet landing on the soil. Chenle swiftly closed his window due to the cold weather.

"hooo~" he blew warm air onto his hands after cupping them.

"Perfect Muder,

Take your aim,

I don't belong to anyone,

But everybody knows my name"