Reality Quest: Lookism

(Sunday, November 5, 2020 – 2:06 PM)

(Jin Pov:)

The doctor's grip was firm as he dragged Jin's limp body across the cold floor unhurried. He exited the medical bay, stepping into the dimly lit hallway before stopping in front of a locked metal door.

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a small key, slotting it into the rusted lock. Click. The door creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling downward. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

The descent was silent, save for the rhythmic scuff of his shoes against stone. The air grew thicker, laced with the scent of disinfectant, rusted metal, and something faintly organic.

Minutes passed before he reached the bottom. The tunnel opened into a vast underground section of the prison, a hidden wing, forgotten by most.

Rust-streaked cells lined the walls, some occupied by hollow-eyed inmates who barely reacted to his presence. Others were empty, their iron bars twisted or broken. The doctor ignored them all, continuing down the corridor toward a single white door at the far end.

Pushing it open, he entered a makeshift medical facility. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, reflecting off sterile white surfaces and gleaming surgical instruments. The air was unnaturally clean, too clean.

Without pause, the doctor hoisted Jin onto the white examination bed, unbuttoning his prison uniform and stripping him naked. He worked with detached precision, fastening thick leather restraints around Jin's wrists, ankles, and torso.

Satisfied, he wore new gloves before moving toward a tray of medical tools. Carefully, he selected a syringe, inserting the needle into Jin's arm and drawing blood.

The crimson liquid swirled inside the vial. The doctor hummed softly as he carried it to a nearby analysis device, inserting it with a faint beep.

Minutes passed.

Then, without turning around, he spoke.

"Are you going to keep pretending, or should we stop wasting time?"

A slow exhale.

Jin's eyes slid open.

He blinked up at the ceiling before tilting his head toward the doctor lazyly.

"I wanted to see what you planned to do." he murmured before his gaze dropped to his own bare chest, then to the straps holding him down. His brows lifted slightly. "Was it necessary to undress me?"

The doctor let out a short snort. "Relax. I like women."

Jin clicked his tongue. "Couldn't be more real."

The doctor turned, finally facing him with his indifferent expression. "That drug should have kept you under for at least three hours." His eyes narrowed. "How are you still awake?"

Jin yawned, stretching slightly against the restraints, feeling their unyielding grip. His muscles flexed, testing their resistance before his eyes flickered red.

A faint glow pulsed across his vision, not from pain, not from effort, but from recoilless strike.

But two more syringes suddenly pierced into his body stopping his skill, but he didn't care as he looked at the system panel.

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[Circulation of Light in function.]

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Then Jin moved, with one explosive breath, he activated Recoilless Strike.

The thick leather straps snapped instantly, tearing apart as he lunged forward with his hand clamping onto the doctor's face.

BOOM!

The doctor's body was hurled backward with his head slamming into the wall with a sickening crunch.

Silence.

Jin exhaled slowly, releasing his grip. The doctor's body slid down as his glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose.

Jin didn't spare him another glance.

Instead, he turned toward the chair in the corner, where his clothes were neatly folded.

Walking over, he grabbed his uniform, pulling it back on with practiced ease.

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(Gun pov:)

(Sunday, November 5, 2020 – 1:48 PM)

Gun stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as his reverse eyes gleamed under the flickering prison lights. The hall was now littered with unconscious bodies with their groans barely audible beneath the weight of the moment.

The Twin Fang Brothers stood before him.

The older brother, calm as ever, studied Gun with a neutral expression. "You've made quite a name for yourself since we last met." he remarked. His voice carried no arrogance, only observation.

Beside him, the younger brother cracked his knuckles with his towering frame shifting slightly ready to attack. His scowl deepened as he let out a grunt. "Tch. You were weaker back then."

Gun exhaled through his nose, taking another drag of his cigarette before flicking the ash away. "And you two were stronger than me back then" he admitted. Then, his lips curled into a grin. "Not anymore."

The older brother's gaze didn't waver. "We've been training too. And this time…" He turned slightly, motioning to the man beside him. "Our cousin will be watching. We won't lose to you."

The third figure remained still in a relaxed posture with his hands tucked into the sleeves of his coat. His eyes remained closed with a closed smile.

The older brother glanced at him. "There's no need for you to step in. We'll cripple him first."

The cousin only gave a faint nod. "As you wish."

Gun sighed, shaking his head. "Too much talking." His cigarette dangled from his lips as he stepped forward. "Let's get to it."

The moment the words left his mouth, the Twin Fang Brothers moved.

Their synchronization was near perfect. The older brother struck first, his body shifting into a smooth sequence of precise kicks, his Taekwondo flowing seamlessly. At the same time, the younger brother rushed in from the side, his brute force aiming to overwhelm.

But before their attacks could land-

BOOM.

The world twisted.

The older brother felt weightlessness before a sudden, crushing force slammed into his face. His vision blurred, the ground vanishing beneath him as his body reacted too late.

The younger brother barely had time to process what happened before his world flipped upside down. He felt an unbearable impact as something, no, someone, smashed him downward with monstrous force.

The sound of their skulls cracking against the concrete echoed through the hall.

They hadn't even seen what happened.

A second ago, they were attacking. The next, their heads were embedded in the floor with their bodies twitching before going completely still.

Out cold.

Gun stood over them, exhaling a slow breath. He hadn't even needed to try.

The cousin, still standing in place, finally opened his eyes.

Gun turned to face him, stepping over the unconscious bodies without care.

For the first time since entering Sector C, he felt something interesting.

Their eyes met.

The cousin smile still remained with a serene expression, Gun grinned, his reverse eyes gleaming with violent delight.

Unlike the Twin Fang Brothers, who now lay motionless on the ground, this one hadn't moved much. His posture was relaxed while his eyes closed again as if he didn't need them to see.

Gun exhaled, taking another slow drag from his cigarette before flicking it aside. "I suppose you're an area boss, right?"

The man gave a small nod. "Correct. My name is-"

Gun didn't care.

Before the man could finish his sentence, Gun's leg was already moving. His body twisted sharply, generating monstrous torque, and his shin tore through the air in a vicious roundhouse kick aimed directly at the man's head.

But the moment before impact..

The man vanished.

No, he didn't vanish, he jumped leaving an after image.

With effortless precision, he twisted over the incoming kick with his body moving like a blur. Before Gun could retract his leg, the man landed on it, balancing atop Gun's raised limb as if standing on solid ground.

Then-

BAM!

A knee strike shot forward, slamming directly into Gun's chin with pinpoint accuracy.

Gun's head snapped back slightly from the force, his jaw tightened as the impact sent a shockwave through his skull. His feet dug into the floor, tanking the hit completely, not even a step backward.

For a brief moment, silence.

Then...

Gun tilted his head back down with his smile widening into an unhinged one, his eyes gleamed with pure, unfiltered excitement.

"…Oh?"

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as his fingers twitched with anticipation.

"This is gonna be fun."