A silhouette draped in black appears on the screen. The scene seems to have been filmed in a warehouse as the person walks inside, both hands going to the back, grabbing the hilt of two swords and swinging them in the air. Battle cries resound in the background as men charge at him, all wielding various weapons.
No one stands a chance, though. Not as the person swiftly dispatches one after another. It only takes one contact with his sword for their heads to fall.
"Wow," the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I feel JUNGKOOK's hold on my hand tighten.
"Stop this," Enzo barks out, storming off the stage and sending some directives to the tech team.
Still, the video keeps playing.
It's a bloodbath as the person in black slaughters every single one of the men around.
Out of nowhere, my brother appears in the frame, a white handkerchief in his hand as he brings it to his forehead to remove a few stains of red.
"All?" he asks, and the black silhouette turns, coming towards him. "All," he nods.
One hand up, the person tugs on the obsidian mask that hides his features, wrenching it from his face and…
I hear a gasp, but I don't know if it's coming from me or someone else. "Leona…" I whisper, the person's features in full view.
There's a commotion on the side as my brother is trying to stop the broadcasting of the video.
It's all in vain, though, as the video continues, showing my brother and Leona engaged in a passionate embrace among the bloody corpses.
Clothes are already starting to come off, and that's when my brother reaches the end of his tether. Pulling out a gun, he starts shooting at the screen in a last attempt to make it stop.
The pixels shift, the image distorted, but the sounds still reverberate in the room.
Until they don't.
"You can't say I didn't learn from the best now, can you?" An amused voice resounds, though the video is already broken. "I merely borrowed some of your tactics, Enzo, since you're not a stranger to public viewings of… R rated content," he chuckles