Prologue

"You know him?" Jimin asked, a soul with a bleeding head and soaked skin crawling out from the floor in front of him.

"Wait. . ." Yoongi muttered, racking his brain for killing any commoners. "Right yeah. So I killed his brother by pushing him off the bridge after we got down because he kept humming songs and it bugged me." He said, hands holding the fingers knives expertly, moving into a subtle defense position.

Jimin's head nodded in understanding, hands folding into a fist, moving into an attacking stance. "Such a mood."