Sound of rain beating down on the roof. Cold fog creeps across the concrete floor. In the darkness, a flickering neon light casts shadows—people crowd around like a living threat.
Dimas stands like a leader slowly turning into a king who's lost his soul. His eyes burn, his voice low but judgmental.
DIMAS (slow, heavy):
"We're not street kids anymore. We're making history — or we die in some forgotten footnote. Choose."
Reno steps forward, his hands shaking as he tries to hold back the words in his throat.
RENO (hoarse voice):
"I get it, Dim. But this... this is too far. We're not just hitting our enemies anymore. We're messing with people's lives. Where's the line?"
Dimas looks at Reno like he's diagnosing a disease.
DIMAS (sharp):
"The line is drawn by whoever holds the power. If you're scared, walk away. No room for cowards."
Silence steals their breath. Some lower their heads. Some eyes burn with challenge. In the corner, Mira—the youngest, sharpest with a screen—hides her unease behind a faint smile.
Shadow Meeting (Harbor)
Streetlamps reflect in puddles. A rusty motorbike pulls up. Out of the darkness steps a tattooed figure: Bang Ryo, the leader of an outside gang. He's no ordinary thug—he has the aura of a man who plays by his own grand design.
BANG RYO (staring at Dimas):
"You're small. But you've got fire. And fire, when uncontrolled, burns everything. So what'll it be? You gonna pay? Or become the fuel?"
DIMAS (without hesitation):
"We pay. But we want results. We want Noah ruined, Jora cast aside. You create the chaos. We harvest the aftermath."
Bang Ryo chuckles—a quiet king getting a new toy.
BANG RYO:
"Let's make a show. We're not killers—we're sowers of shame. Nothing burns faster than a half-true story."
Dimas hands over a thick envelope—not just cash, but a promise that's hard to take back. Inside: plans—fake accounts, planted witnesses, pressure on parents, staged incidents strung together to form one massive downfall.
Operations Room, The Next Night
The whiteboard is covered in red lines. Photos pinned in place. Every name a target; every date a ticking bomb.
MIRA (typing fast, eyes weary):
"We'll drop the blurred photos, then let the thread grow. Tug a little, and the hoax feeds itself."
Suddenly, Reno throws a photo onto the table. It's a crying child—not a direct target, but collateral damage from the lies they've spread.
RENO (voice cracking):
"We've hurt a kid, Dim. Do you even realize that?!"
Dimas stares at the photo. For the first time, a crack shows in his mask. But he hides it behind cold words.
DIMAS (coldly):
"Moral bullets are expensive. We either pay — or we die. Pick one."
Mira turns away. Her fingers still hover on the keyboard, but her heart is somewhere else—a compass beginning to shake.
Warehouse Corridor — Reno and Mira
Their eyes meet in the dim hallway light.
RENO (cornered):
"Mira… you really wanna go through with this? You know if they fall, no one truly wins. We'll lose our humanity."
MIRA (quietly, almost crying):
"I don't wanna be the villain. I just… don't want to go back to zero. But every time I see people react, I feel… wrong."
Reno gently takes Mira's hand, giving her a sliver of courage.
RENO:
"If you have another plan, tell me. We can still back out before this all burns."
Mira looks toward the operations room. Dimas is deep in conversation with Bang Ryo on the phone. Her decision hardens like cracked ice: something must be done before the plan turns into tragedy.
Mira's Room, Late Night
She's not sleeping. Sitting at her desk, a dim lamp flickers overhead. On her laptop, a hidden folder opens—recordings, meeting notes, proof that this plan was never just a bluff.
(Mira's internal monologue):
MIRA (whispering to herself):
"If this keeps going… I'll be helping destroy their future. I have to choose. I have to give… proof."
She hits record on a small app — capturing Dimas's voice, his call with Bang Ryo, confessions of a plan meant to "put them on public display." Her hands tremble, but a small, determined smile appears.
The message she types:
To: UNDISCLOSED
Attachment: proof_01 — don't open at school.
She hits SEND. The screen flashes: SENT.
Back at the warehouse, Dimas ends his call and glances at the strategy board. A chill runs down his spine — a feeling unfamiliar to him: alertness. On his phone, a notification buzzes: "Delivery confirmed." A small fact… that casts a large shadow.
CUT TO BLACK.
Bang Ryo's Gang — The Shadows of the Harbor
Bang Ryo is no mere thug. He's a dark authority figure to whom street kids and smaller gangs bow. Outside the school, his name alone could quiet a room — one call, one promise: your problem disappears — for a price.
Bang Ryo: middle-aged, once a street kid, now a ruler of his own zone. His tattoos aren't decorations — they're maps of a life built on hard deals. His face stays calm, but his eyes always say: Don't try me.
His gang isn't just loud teens in alleyways. It's a layered operation:
Street-level runners (executioners),
Couriers,
Territory insiders (contacts in markets, harbors, garages),
and "Relation agents" who keep ties to even darker circles.
They don't like to show off. Their moves are clean, silent, effective. Members are chosen not just for guts, but for their ability to leave no trace.
Bang Ryo's true focus isn't conquest — it's business with the desperate.
He serves:
Students who've been beaten,
Families denied "justice,"
Kids bullied into a corner.
Bang Ryo offers fast solutions—physical help, pressure tactics, or engineered "incidents" to push back the enemy.
He operates like a fixer: everything has a price, and the price depends on the strength of your opponent.
Stronger enemies = higher price, higher risk.
Weaker enemies = basic package.
Payment can be in money, favors, or debts that grow into long-term commitments.
His morality is gray.
Most clients don't come seeking power — they come out of despair. That's Bang Ryo's real strength — he monetizes helplessness.
He also controls the illegal trade in his territory: drugs and narcotics aren't just a side hustle — they're a cornerstone of his underground economy. This gives him enormous leverage: not just cash, but control over people's addictions.
The source of these drugs is never fully explained, only hinted at:
"People at the harbor,"
"Old contacts from out of town,"
"Backdoor links to black markets."
This subtlety shows his reach without revealing operational secrets.
Drugs also give Bang Ryo another weapon:
He introduces them to vulnerable teens, then exploits their dependency as leverage.
Devan, once in a fight with Jora, isn't just a hotheaded teen — he's also a victim of darker choices. Devan uses drugs tied to Bang Ryo's circle — a seed of tragedy that deepens the conflict.