☾ Wrath Manor

@☾ | Eric Mun The central room, or the 'King's Throne' as his mother called it, was where Kim Jongin resided. Just recently had he been crowned the King of his family, Wrath, after the sudden death of his father. Taught from a young age that mourning got him nowhere, Jongin merely stepped over his father's corpse when he had arrived to the scene of the crime a few days ago. His mother didn't shed a tear, used to death and carnage and the news about someone with close ties to their family dying often, and the two had departed the scene not even thirty minutes after arriving. Jongin smirked, balancing a fountain pen on his nose as he leant back in his seat childishly, the other occupants in the room not daring to move or speak a word. Jongin kept this up for a moment before he sharply cut his eyes towards the occupants, potential intruders, and swiped his pen off of his nose. "What do you want?" He hissed, voice laced with toxic annoyance. Usually his mother handled clients with requests, very rarely sending them to him directly unless the 'order' was rather large. One man, hair slicked back with tattoos riding down his neck, cleared his throat and stepped forward to speak. A fountain pen, a rather sharp one, flying past his cheek and inking it in the process halted him, however. Jongin snorted. "Not you. Let that one talk." He said, pointing towards another male who's hair was in a more haphazard state. Said male stepped forward with a slight nod.

"Kai, sir," He began, fishing a list out of the pocket of his trench coat. Jongin's brow raised, interest piqued. "We would like your assistance in dealing with the people on this list. They've defaulted on loans, stolen precious items and have grown past the stage of 'general nuisance'. I'm more than willing to pay a hefty price for your services." He droned, Jongin sitting upright at this point. He gestured for the man to come near, snatching the crumpled list from him as soon as he was within arm's length, eyes scanning the names listed. Interesting. Jongin chuckled and pushed the list aside, prisming his fingers as a glint of mischievous bloodlust flashed in his dark eyes. "It won't be cheap, I'll tell you that. Each name on that there list? Hmph.. Five grand a head. Insurance included." Jongin laughed, the two men looking at each other before nodding and giving a bow to the King of Wrath. Jongin's teeth flashed eerily. "Good. Now, get out of my sight." He shooed, picking up another pen to scrawl on the hitlist quickly. Dismissing the men and making sure they were gone, Jongin then went over to phone down to his mother.

"Eomma. Bring in that guy for me. I forget his name.. Uh. Eric? Yeah, that guy. Call him for me, will ya? I got a job for him." Jongin clicked off his phone afterwards, heading to his wardrobe to swing it open. Except, instead of being full of clothes, guns of all different types were neatly situated. Jongin smiled like a child, eyes beaming and teeth gleaming in the light of his throne room. This was going to be fun.