Pyongyang.
The night was unusually quiet.
Inside the highest security chamber, alarms did not scream—but reports did.
One name echoed across every encrypted channel:
Red Circle Division.
At the center of it all sat the man who ruled the nation not by law, but by fear—
Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un.
Intelligence officers stood stiff, sweat lining their temples.
"They are inside the country," one finally said.
"Not for propaganda. Not for chaos."
Kim Jong Un's eyes narrowed.
"They came for my bloodline," he replied coldly.
"For my family."
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The Successor
Another file was placed on the table.
His daughter.
The future.
The one being prepared—quietly, carefully—to one day inherit the throne.
Kim Jong Un stood.
"So this is their plan," he muttered.
"End the fear by ending the family."
But he was wrong about one thing.
Very wrong.
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Kurayami — Above the City
On a distant rooftop, Kurayami sat alone.
No mask.
No weapons visible.
Just an old phone in one hand.
And a cup of coffee in the other—its warmth felt strange in a land so cold.
He scrolled through files.
Photographs.
Schedules.
Hidden truths.
His eyes paused on one image.
A child.
Protected by walls, guards, and lies.
"So… you have a daughter," Kurayami whispered.
He took a slow sip.
"The next ruler."
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The Blood Moon
The wind shifted.
Clouds parted.
The moon changed.
It wasn't silver anymore.
It was red.
Not bright.
Not glowing.
Heavy—like spilled blood hanging in the sky.
Kurayami looked up.
"Not today," he said softly.
"And not the way you expect."
In the next moment—
He was gone.
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The Impossible Happens
Security cameras glitched.
Signals jammed.
For exactly twelve seconds.
When they came back online—
Something precious was missing.
Not taken with violence.
Not taken with chaos.
Removed.
Like a chess piece lifted from the board.
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High Above the City
The wind howled.
On a high rooftop far from the palace, Kurayami stood.
Beside him—safe, silent, unharmed—stood the leader's daughter, guarded by Red Circle operatives at a respectful distance.
No restraints.
No threats.
Only truth.
She looked at him—not afraid.
Just confused.
Kurayami knelt slightly, meeting her eyes.
"I won't hurt you," he said calmly.
"That's not why you're here."
She said nothing.
But she listened.
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Questions, Not Torture
"This country taught you many things," Kurayami continued.
"That you are special. That others exist to serve."
He looked out over the city.
"But did they ever teach you what freedom looks like?"
Silence.
Far away, emergency lines burned.
Kim Jong Un had realized the truth.
This wasn't assassination.
This was message.
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A Father's Fear
Inside the palace, Kim Jong Un stared at the dark screen.
For the first time…
Power did not answer him.
"They could have ended everything," he whispered.
"But they didn't."
And that terrified him more than death.
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Kurayami's Promise
Kurayami stood, the red moon behind him.
"To kill a child is easy," he said quietly—more to the world than to her.
"To break a cycle without blood…"
"That's difficult."
He turned his back to the city.
"This ends when fear ends."
Not tonight.
But someday.
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Ending
The girl was returned before dawn.
Unharmed.
Unbroken.
But changed.
And somewhere deep inside the palace, a ruler understood one simple truth:
The Red Circle Division was not hunting his life.
They were dismantling his future.
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