"Reunion of Dark Pasts"

Gihun gathered his team in a quiet corner of the large room, his eyes gleaming with a determined intensity. "We need to get the guards' guns," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Tonight, the X side will attack us, and we need to be prepared." The team nodded, their faces set with resolve. They quickly hatched a plan, deciding to play dead during the attack and then steal the guards' guns when they came to check their pulse. It was a risky plan, but they had no other choice. As night fell, the attack began. The O side charged at them, their footsteps echoing through the room. Jongwoo's team fell to the ground, pretending to be dead. The guards rushed over, their footsteps heavy, and began to check their pulse. Gihun gave a signal, and Jongwoo's team sprang into action. They quickly overpowered the guards, stealing their guns and turning the tables. The guards were caught off guard, and they were quickly subdued. As the team stood up, guns in hand, Jongwoo felt a sense of exhilaration. They had done it. They had taken control. But their victory was short-lived. The doors slid shut, and one guard found himself trapped in the room with them. He was a square guard, his mask gleaming in the dim light. Jongwoo's team approached him cautiously, their guns trained on him. Gihun stepped forward, his eyes locked on the guard. "Take off your mask," he said, his voice firm. The guard didn't flinch. He simply stood there, his eyes fixed on Jongwoo. Jongwoo felt a shiver run down his spine as the guard began to move towards him. "Stop!" Gihun yelled, but the guard didn't listen. He walked right up to Jongwoo, his eyes locked on his face. Jongwoo felt a sense of unease as the guard reached out and caressed his face. The guard's hand was gentle, almost tender, and Jongwoo felt a sense of confusion. Why wasn't the guard panicking? And then, the guard's hand moved to a small scar on Jongwoo's face. Jongwoo's eyes widened as the guard's eyes locked on his. "Take off your mask," Gihun yelled again, but the guard didn't respond. Instead, he slowly pulled back his hood, revealing his face. Jongwoo's eyes widened in shock as he saw the guard's features. "Moonjo," he whispered, his voice trembling. Moonjo's face broke into a creepy smile. "Babe, did you miss me?" he said, his voice low and husky. Jongwoo's team was stunned, unsure of what to do. But Daeho and Gihun quickly regained their composure, their guns still trained on Moonjo. Moonjo's eyes never left Jongwoo's face as he took Jongwoo's hand and pushed up his sleeve. Jongwoo's eyes widened as he saw the teeth bracelet on his wrist. "Y-you made this," Jongwoo stammered. Moonjo's smile grew wider. "I made it for you, babe," he said. "You'll always be mine." The team was shocked, unsure of what to make of the strange scene unfolding before them. Youngil's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "How do you know each other?" he asked, his voice firm. Moonjo's eyes never left Jongwoo's face. "Jongwoo is mine," he said, his voice possessive. "He was molded to be mine, forever." Jongwoo's eyes widened in horror as he realized the truth. Moonjo was the serial killer who had stalked him, who had killed his girlfriend and tried to kill him. "I killed you," Jongwoo said, his voice shaking. "How are you alive?" Moonjo's smile grew wider. "I could never die without you by my side, babe," he said. The team was stunned, unsure of what to do. They were trapped, and Moonjo was a killer. Jongwoo knew that he had to get away from him, but he was frozen in fear.