The Devil Judge [BL Version]

Under the cover of night, Kang Yo-Han dressed in dark attire, his expression a mixture of determination and a simmering anger. The events had led him to this point—confronting the man responsible for the attempt on his life. As he faced the towering figure, his voice was laced with icy accusation. "You made the bomb that was meant to kill me, didn't you?"

The man's eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear, but the surprise soon gave way to defiance. "And what if I did? You can't take me down, Yo-Han."

With a fierce determination, Yo-Han lunged at the man, his smaller frame no match for the brute strength of his opponent. However, Yo-Han's years of calculated cunning and his scrappy nature came into play. He maneuvered with agility, using his opponent's size against him, until he managed to get the upper hand.

In a tense struggle, Yo-Han managed to drag the man into a chokehold, his arm pressing against his throat. The man's struggles were futile as Yo-Han's grip tightened, their faces perilously close to the menacing woodstove.

"Tell me who ordered the attack," Yo-Han's voice was a deadly whisper, his eyes holding a cold determination.

Gasping for breath, the man's resolve crumbled. "It was the SRF—the Syndicate for Revolutionary Freedom."

Yo-Han's grip tightened further, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. "Why did they want me dead?"

The man's lackey, panic evident in his eyes, intervened, pleading for Yo-Han to release his superior. Yo-Han's grip loosened slightly, but his gaze remained unwavering.

"Tell them this," Yo-Han's voice was a dangerous edge, his lips curling into a chilling smile. "If they want me, they can come after me themselves."

As he released his hold on the man, Yo-Han's eyes bore into him, a silent promise of what awaited if they dared to challenge him again.

Outside, the lackey approached Yo-Han, his voice holding a hint of uncertainty. "Are you doing this because of Ga-on?"

Yo-Han's gaze flickered towards him, his expression inscrutable. He didn't respond, his thoughts a tangle of motivations that he himself grappled to understand.

On other side,

Intrigued by the mysteries that surrounded the mansion, Ga-on found himself unable to ignore the pull of curiosity. As night settled over the estate, he seized the opportunity to explore further. Hiding around a corner, he watched as the stoic housekeeper approached the locked door with a key in hand. His heart raced with anticipation as he realized that he was about to uncover a secret.

The door creaked open, and Ga-on's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the room beyond. It was covered in plastic, an eerie sight that sent a shiver down his spine. He squinted, trying to make sense of the scene before him, when his gaze landed on a photograph that seemed to hold the housekeeper's attention.