Lookism[Fan-made]

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Chapter: A Visit to the Devil (ii)

The fluorescent prison lights buzzed above like dying insects.

Yuujin Jin stood on the other side of the glass,an arm in pocket, body unmoving — except for the sharp look in his eyes, colder than steel.

Gun Park was seated, staring back at him. Amused. Relaxed. But only on the surface.

Then Yuujin spoke.

"It's pathetic."

The words cut through the silence like a razor.

Gun's brow twitched — just slightly. The smile faded a notch.

"It's pathetic," Yuujin repeated, his voice a blade.

"Your condition. Your, 'vigor.' I came here expecting to see Gun Park — the man who fought me to a draw four years ago. But what I see now…"

Yuujin leaned in.

"...is just a dog behind glass. A pawn in someone else's game. Looks like you gave your life away."

Gun's fingers curled into a loose fist on the table.

Still quiet.

But his jaw tightened.

"Mute boy," Gun said finally, voice low and sharp, "when you made that promise four years ago — that you'd come find me again — I didn't think you'd walk in here and insult me."

He opened his fist. Stared at it. Then clenched again.

"And it shouldn't be you, of all people, calling me pathetic.

If it wasn't for me… you wouldn't even be breathing."

Daniel sat nearby, dead silent. His throat was dry. The pressure in the room was thick — like something ancient and dangerous was about to awaken.

Gun tilted his head, eyeing Yuujin like a serpent.

"If I hadn't pulled strings back then, you would've died rotting in that Juvenile pit. You owe your entire second life to me."

Yuujin blinked once.

"That's exactly why I came," he said.

He stepped forward slowly and sat on the steel chair across the glass. His long limbs folded neatly. His voice was ice.

"To thank you."

He tilted his head, matching Gun's gesture.

"But seeing you like this… weak, trapped, irrelevant — made me want to sympathize instead."

Gun flinched. Rage flickered in his eyes.

"You little—"

Yuujin raised a palm slowly. Stopping him mid-thought.

"Relax. I didn't come to fight. I came for information."

Gun scoffed.

"You want information? From me? From The Gun Park?"

"You're in a cage, Gun," Yuujin said. Calm. Direct.

"You can't do a damn thing in here. When someone comes to offer help... maybe you should learn to be grateful."

Gun's jaw clenched hard. His fingers tapped the glass once. Then twice.

"You want to help me?"

Yuujin didn't blink.

"I can get you out of here."

Gun leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

"How?"

"By defeating James Lee."

The name changed everything.

Gun's face twisted, his voice dropped an octave.

"You want to go after James Lee?"

His pupils shrank. Rage flashed across his face like lightning.

"What the fuck has he done to you?"

Yuujin smiled — the fourth time since he entered.

But this one… wasn't kind. It wasn't grateful. It was empty.

"Nothing personal," he said softly.

Then he lifted his head and locked eyes with Gun — cold, dead, maniacal.

"I just don't like him."

Gun burst into a low, sharp laugh.

He leaned back in his seat, staring at Yuujin like a ghost had just walked in.

"Still the same, huh?"

"A fucking masochist."

"Just like back then."

The two monsters stared through the glass.

Neither blinked.

The air in the room screamed — like it was trying to escape the storm building between them.

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