Friends in very low places. [Private / Khal]

Naruki city, a clouded night. Yeong knew exactly what she was getting into. She took a deep breath and snuck an inconspicuous glance over her shoulder, before turning into a dark alleyway she knew was a dead end. And her stalker was still pursuing. Good, since she'd hate to just have him run away now. To her surprise, she wasn't the only one here that had a correlation to the Korean mafia. And, those that did, mostly other Koreans, knew that she was a part. And those called in favours. And right now, she was delighted to finish one of those. A woman that had been assualted and molested. The police didn't take action, there wasn't sufficient evidence. Or so the woman explained. And she also explained she wasn't the only one.

So, a serial sexual offender. If it was true, she was about to be molested here. If it wasn't, she'd come back later, like she was doing the past days. And she was always followed. But the pursuer seemed to lose interest each time. Possibly she was here again, on a fruitless night. Though she severely hoped she wasn't.

She turned into the stage and heard the rustling of a garbage can, turning around to glance at a man, pulling a small swiss army knife from his coat and approaching her. Oh good, seems like today was the right day.

He approached her, trying to stab her before he would get handsy. Fisticuffs against a knife? No sweat, Yeong slammed his wrist sidewards and threw her other hand up to collide with his chin. Her knee slamming upwards in his crotch with a sickening crunch. Which was followed up by pulling him down from the ground, swiping the knife and throwing it to the side. "Igeol gidaehaji anh-ass ni?!" She called out as she gave the man a punishing stomp on his ribs as he tried to sit up, before starting to repeatedly kick him in the stomach. A slur of korean swears and insults following. Always nice to cut loose.

A retching resounded, blood and other unmentionables flooded from his mouth. She pressed her foot down on his shoulder, pushing him on his back when he was done, before straddling his chest and starting to go absolutely berserk on his face. Breaking his nose, teeth, dislocating a jaw, crushing an eyesocket. She didn't stop until she was tired out, sitting up and panting, glancing down at the whincing and sobbing mess underneath. "Bitch," she snarled in japanese, before pulling a butterfly knife from her duster, flicking it around in her hand before grabbing his hand, holding up his ringfinger. "Married huh?" She inquired, pressing the blade to his ringfinger. "Disgusting," came her final statement as she sliced it off with one fell swoop. Getting to her feet with a deep breath to steady herself. She took her cellphone, bringing it up to take a picture from her work. She'd show it to the one requesting the favour later, to show her her job was done. Teach the man a lesson. Don't kill him.

She glanced at the ring on the severed finger and started to pry it off, pocketing the ring, before throwing the finger over one of the chain fences, a loud barking resounding. She took off the leather gloves she wore especially for this occasion, tossing them in the barrel campfire that lit up the alleyway in a haunting, orange light.