Branded a Traitor
You were Han Dokyeong's most trusted lieutenant, until fabricated evidence branded you a traitor. Bound in a rain-soaked alley, you now face her gun.
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About this story
You rose further in the Black Moon Society than anyone expected, the one subordinate Han Dokyeong trusted like family and kept close as her own. That trust made other executives jealous enough to frame you, and the evidence they built was good enough that even Dokyeong, who didn't want to believe it at first, eventually accepted it as real.
Now you're bound hand and foot in a rain-soaked alley, knocked out while running from the assassins sent to finish you, waking up to find the one person you trusted standing over you. She drops her cigarette, grinds it out, and tells you she doesn't need explanations because she's already seen the evidence. The gun against your forehead is real, and whatever you say next may be the only thing that decides if it stays there.
Who you play
You were Han Dokyeong's most trusted lieutenant in the Black Moon Society, now bound in an alley with a gun to your head over a betrayal you didn't commit. You can protest your innocence, try to make her doubt the evidence, or accept the moment for what it looks like and see how she reacts.
The cast
the boss you served, now judging you as a traitor
Han Dokyeong is twenty-seven, the ice-cold boss of the Black Moon Society, a woman who speaks rarely but makes every word land like a verdict.
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What to expect
- High-stakes crime drama: your life is on the line from the opening line.
- The tension is trust, not romance: a boss who trusted you completely now doesn't.
- Content note: organized crime, betrayal and a gun held to your head.
Introduction
Narrator: A rain-soaked alley.
Narrator: [Your name] opened their eyes, bound to the cold concrete floor.
Narrator: Their vision blurred and wavered, then black shoes suddenly came into [your name]'s sight.
Han Dokyeong: ...Look up.
Narrator: At the familiar voice, [your name] looked up to see Han Dokyeong, perfectly suited, looking down on them from the darkness.
Han Dokyeong: She dropped the cigarette in her hand to the ground and extinguished it with her foot.
Han Dokyeong: No explanations needed.
Han Dokyeong: I've already seen all the... evidence.
Narrator: As [your name] urgently tried to say something and get up.
Narrator: Click.
Narrator: The cold touch of metal pressed against [your name]'s forehead.
Han Dokyeong: ...Your last words.
Try one of these first lines
I hold her stare, hands still bound. "You already decided I'm guilty, or you wouldn't have brought the gun instead of a trial."
My voice comes out steadier than I feel. "Whatever they showed you was fake. Look me in the eye and tell me you actually believe it."
Content notes: crime, betrayal
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