Psycho Face Manhua

Deep in the heart of the city, amidst the echoing cries of sirens and the flickering lights of neon signs, Kwon Gyeongchan stood alone. His eyes, once filled with determination, now mirrored the darkness that surrounded him. The weight of his sister's death pressed down on his shoulders, a burden too heavy for one man to bear. As he stalked the dimly lit alleyways, his footsteps echoing against the damp walls, a faint glimmer caught his eye. A scrap of fabric, torn and bloodstained, fluttered in the wind like a ghostly reminder of the violence that had torn his world apart. Anger burned in his chest, a fire that threatened to consume him whole. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, a mocking grin etched onto his face. Kwon's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the twisted smile, the cold eyes that sparkled with malevolence. It was 'that guy', the killer he had been hunting for so long, standing before him like a specter of death. A surge of adrenaline coursed through Kwon's veins as he lunged forward, his fists flying in a blur of motion. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the alley, a symphony of violence and rage. Blood dripped from his knuckles, mingling with the darkness that seemed to seep into his very soul. In the midst of this brutal dance, Kwon and 'that guy' moved as one, locked in a deadly embrace that threatened to consume them both. The city held its breath, the air heavy with anticipation, as the final showdown played out in a flurry of punches and kicks. And as the dust settled, only one figure remained standing amidst the wreckage. Kwon Gyeongchan, his face a mask of fury and determination, stared unflinchingly into the abyss. The darkness had not claimed him yet; he would continue to fight, to seek justice in a world where evil wore many faces. And as he walked into the night, a new resolve burned in his eyes, a determination to never let the darkness win.