Episode 5 – "Shadows Cast"
Nights in Harrison City were always uneasy.Dim streetlights cast a dull glow, and the darkness of the city at night felt heavier than in daylight.
Vincent Kang was closing up his garage.Just as he reached for the door, a familiar commotion echoed outside.
Across the street, in front of a small bar, a confrontation was brewing.A few thugs, pretending to be drunk, were cornering the bartender.
"Hey, you're with him, aren't you? Just being around him means you know something."
The bar owner raised his hands, trying to explain, but one of the men grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall.
"Don't lie to us. We know everything."
Vincent stood at the doorway, quietly watching.Other residents were already aware but kept their distance.
Some peeked through their windows. Others simply looked away.
The thugs shoved the bar owner to the ground.Then, only after confirming Vincent had seen it all, they slowly disappeared.
As if it was all a show, just for him.
Vincent understood then.
They wouldn't come at him head-on.Instead, they'd start picking apart the people around him.
The next morning, tension hung in the market street.
People whispered.Thugs were scattered throughout the crowd, subtle but noticeable.
They harassed elderly vendors under the guise of collecting fees,spread unease, and stirred up gossip.
And Vincent's name kept surfacing.
"I heard he used to be in the mob."
"He's pretending to live quietly, but no normal guy fights like that."
"What if he's like… John Wick or something?"
What began as jokes were becoming accepted truths.
Vincent sat in a café, sipping his coffee, watching it all unfold.
From a distance, he heard a woman mutter—
"Things started going wrong around here when he showed up."
"Yeah. Why do we have to get caught in his mess?"
Some avoided his gaze.Others stared too long.
Vincent's face didn't change,but he knew exactly what was happening.
The organization was isolating him. Using fear. Using the people.
That afternoon, a group of punks showed up at his garage.
"Nice little shop here. Mind taking a look at our car?"
One of them kicked a car door and smirked.
Vincent slowly set down his wrench and turned to face them.
They raised their voices.
"I heard the boss here fixes cars and breaks people."
"What was it again? Ex-hitman? You help us out, we'll pay real nice."
Provocation—without directly laying hands on him.
Vincent just stared at them.
One of them reached for a tool.
"How much is this worth?"
The moment his hand touched it—
Vincent moved.
He grabbed the thug's wrist, twisted.
CRACK.The tool hit the floor. The thug screamed.
The others flinched, unsure.
Vincent said nothing.Just let out a short breath… and released his grip.
The punk stumbled back, clutching his wrist.
"Shit… freakin' psycho."
They didn't push further.They disappeared quickly.
But even after they left—the street was unnaturally quiet.
That evening, when Vincent walked into the café, people physically moved away.
Rachel scowled as she approached.
"You noticed, right? People are nervous. Because of you."
"I haven't done anything."
"That's the problem."
She handed him a coffee.
"People don't care what you do. They just don't want to be next to it. You're on your own now."
Vincent took the cup. Looked out the window.
A man—one of them—was watching from the end of the alley.
He took a sip.
They were never going to leave him alone.
That night, Vincent stood inside his garage, watching through the window.
The thugs were on the move again.
Not just the bar now—they were hitting other shops, threatening the residents.
"As long as he stays in this town, you'll bleed too."
The voice wasn't loud.But Vincent heard it.
People turned their eyes away.No one said a word.
Vincent lit a cigarette.Watched the night.
He knew now—they wanted him to make the first move.
He stood up.Closed the window.
And began gathering his gear.
There was no reason to hold back anymore.
"It's my turn now."
Episode 6 – "The Hunt Begins"
The air in Harrison City was still heavy.But tonight, something changed.
The organization made its move.And Vincent Kang wasn't going to wait.
He would not be the hunted.He would become the hunter.
Late at night, Vincent stepped out of his garage.His pace calm, light.
But he knew—he was being watched.
At the corner, two spotters sent a message.
Vincent didn't react.He kept walking—straight into their trap.
They had brought numbers.A full operation to capture him.
They locked down an entire alley.Anywhere he ran, they'd close in.
But Vincent knew.
He chose a narrow alley—one where their numbers meant nothing.
The shadows thick.The space tight.
They wanted him alive.
That was their mistake.
As Vincent stepped deeper into the alley,the back closed off.
Ahead, five approached.
One sneered.
"Nowhere to run, Vincent Kang."
Vincent lit a cigarette.Exhaled slowly.
"I wasn't planning on running."
Then—he struck.
Before the first man could raise his weapon, Vincent's fist smashed his jaw.
A sickening crack.The body hit the ground.
Another drew a knife.Vincent stepped aside, seized his arm—snap.
"AGH!"
The knife now in Vincent's hand—he drove it into a third man's thigh.
Three others attacked at once.
But the alley was too narrow.They got in each other's way.
Vincent used the wall to launch himself, twisted one arm behind its owner's back—
SLAM.Another body down.
Two left.
He swept one's legs.Heard the crunch as the man hit the ground.
From behind, another came swinging.
Vincent jumped—pushed off the wall—
CRACK!His boot met the attacker's face.
Unconscious.
All five—down in seconds.
Noise brought reinforcements.
Ten more surged in.
Vincent dropped his cigarette.Took a deep breath.
And drew his gun.
The first raised his weapon—Vincent shot first.
Two shots. Chest. Head.
Down.
He charged.Kicked off the wall.Fired midair—two more bullets, two more hits.
Landing low, he reloaded and dropped a third.
Another came in.Out of bullets.
Vincent flung the gun—smashed his face.
In one motion, he drew a blade from his belt.Slashed a gut.Drove it into an arm.
Screams.
Gunshots rang—but Vincent moved like a phantom.
There, then gone.
Only three remained.
They trembled.
One shouted,"This guy's not human!"
Vincent… stayed calm.
"No. So why'd you come after me?"
He stepped forward.
They pointed their guns—shaking.
Vincent advanced.
And in a flash—they were down.
Silence.
Only bodies remained.
Vincent dragged one surviving thug to the wall.Propped him up.
The man's eyes were wide with terror.
Vincent spoke, cold and flat.
"You thought you were hunting me?"
The thug gasped. Nodded.
Vincent pressed the barrel to his forehead.
"Now I hunt you."
He pulled the trigger.
BANG.
The thug didn't die.
Just unconscious.
Vincent walked away from the alley,leaving the bodies behind.
Darkness fell over their broken forms.