The luxurious room was steeped in shadows, lit only by the full-height window and dim glow of the desk lamp. At a glance anyone would mistake it a room of a famous billionaire. Yes, the real owner of the room was rich for sure, but it is tough to determine if he was famous. No, he was famous, but not in the way a normal person would like to be. He was famous but no one knew his name or his face except some very close people. And the others who saw his face was when they were begging him for their lives. The mysterious man sat in darkness as he read the headlines of the newspaper in hand.
Agust D-The Phantom of the Underground
Mastermind or Myth? Who Is The Elusive Syndicate Leader?
Terror Continues-Authorities Desperate for Answers
The man leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, his gaze sweeping over the headlines. This wasn't new. The country needed someone to blame, and Agust D had always been an easy name to pin crimes on. Someone no one knew about. Just perfect enough to make someone the villain they couldn't catch.
He didn't do anything, they didn't even have any proof against him. But still, when they couldn't find anyone, Agust d was always there to save their asses.
The real culprits moved freely, untouched, unseen.
Nearly like him.
Suddenly the door cracked open, bringing the man from his thoughts.
A man entered, tossing a thick file onto the desk. "The information you asked for is all here."
The mysterious man looked at him but remained silent, reaching for the folder. It contained all the information they needed to know. Things about the National Investigation Authority detectives.
About the ones who were chasing him.
The first page contained about the NIA, when it was founded, what it does etc. "Useless," thought the man as he flipped the page. He hummed in content as he saw a picture. A picture of the captain of NIA, Kang Hyunwoo. He was the most important. If he could keep tabs on him, the others will be birds in cage. He then flipped pages, reading the contents inside as the pictures of the NIA detectives appeared one after another.
Then suddenly a face caught his attention. " Kim Taehyung," the man read as he caressed the picture of the detective.
He nearly looks like him. Not fully. He can easily differentiate the males. The one's picture in hand had cute little moles scattered here and there and had more tanned skin. But still unbelievably same.
The other male in the room leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching him with amusement. "No one can catch us, hyung. You should stop worrying."
The said male didn't respond immediately. His thumb brushed over the edge of the photograph, his expression unreadable. " Here is all the information about them right, Hobi?" He asked the male instead of replying. He wasn't scared. Just getting prepared.
"Yes, hyung. Everything. Even their shoe brands ,too." The male joked. But he was too occupied to notice that his joke did little to brush of the stiffness of the other.