Gangsters:Rise To The Top

Scene 1 – The Meeting of Leaders

A dimly lit café on the outskirts of Jengraimukh Academy served as the neutral ground for a meeting that could change everything. The air smelled of strong tea and old wood, the murmurs of students in the background barely registering in the tense silence between the two figures sitting at a corner table.

Ayang, leader of The Revolutionary Stars, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His sharp eyes studied the man across from him—Dipangkar, leader of The Dragons. The tension between them was thick, but neither was here to fight.

Ayang broke the silence first. "So, you're telling me this whole thing—the fight, the setup, the assassins—it was all orchestrated by the Amai Gang?"

Dipangkar nodded, his expression dark. "They wanted to turn us against each other. And they almost succeeded."

Ayang scoffed, shaking his head. "I should have known. The assassins I fought on the rooftop—I thought you sent them. But it was them all along."

Dipangkar's fingers tapped lightly against the table. "They planned this from the start. Get The Dragons and The Revolutionary Stars to go to war, weaken us, and then take control of the academy."

Ayang clenched his fists. "So that's their game… They messed with the wrong people."

Dipangkar smirked slightly. "Agreed. Now, the question is—what are we going to do about it?"

Both leaders sat in silence, the weight of their next move lingering in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Scene 2 – The News Reaches Mri and Jasmine

The practicing room echoed with the rhythmic sound of punches and kicks hitting the sandbags. Sweat dripped from Mri's forehead as he focused on his strikes, each movement sharper than the last. Across from him, Jasmine adjusted her gloves, throwing a few precise punches of her own.

Their training was interrupted when a member of The Dragons rushed in, slightly out of breath.

"Mri! Jasmine! We just got word—Ayang and Dipangkar found out the truth. The Amai Gang was behind everything!"

Mri stopped mid-punch, his expression unreadable. Jasmine, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes.

Jasmine: "So they were the ones pulling the strings?"

The Dragon member nodded. "Yeah. They set everything up—the fight between Mri and Dipangkar's Doppelganger, the attack on Ayang—it was all them."

Mri exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Figures. That gang always had a habit of stirring things up."

Jasmine untied her gloves, slinging them over her shoulder. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of action soon."

Mri smirked. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Jasmine chuckled lightly before stepping toward the door. She glanced back at Mri.

Jasmine: "I'll see you again soon."

Mri watched as she walked away, her silhouette disappearing down the corridor. He turned back toward the sandbag, about to resume training—

Then he saw her.

Scene 3 – The Ghost of the Past

At the far end of the corridor, Tulina stood, casually talking to someone, laughing as if the past meant nothing.

A sharp ache pierced Mri's chest, but he didn't let it show. Instead, a flashback struck him like a lightning bolt—

—Tulina smiling at him under the sunset, her hands wrapped around his arm.

—Her voice, soft and full of promises.

—"Mri, please don't leave me. I love you."

—Then, the cold reality of her walking away for someone else.

The memory faded, leaving only the present.

Mri didn't say

a word. He didn't stop. He didn't look twice.

He just walked away.