Bloodline of Sin
It wasn't the insignia of any of the rival gangs Min had spent the last five years in the shadows crushing into submission.
It was a snake, perfectly coiled in a circle, devouring its own tail. "Ouroboros," Min whispered. The word felt heavy on his tongue, ancient and foreboding.
"I’ve never seen that mark on the street," Baek said, leaning in. "Is it a new player?"
"No," Min said, his mind racing, connecting dots that he hadn't known existed. "It’s not new. It’s old. Very old."
He looked around the container again.
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