A gang of men slumped against the walls of a narrow alley, all glaring at a particularly weak figure. Such figure was none other than Jin; who just so happened to be out for trouble. 

Jin's hands were in his kangaroo pockets. He glared at the staring men. "What? Why are you staring at me like that? See something you like?" 

"I just see a pretty boy on the wrong turf," the leader, Caren, said. "I'm letting you off the hook. But hurry up and get the fuck outta here before I change my mind."

"A mind?" Jin asked, ambling toward the gang. "Funny. Since when did you grow a brain, Caren? Must say, your name's pretty. But you're one ugly fuck." 

Caren gritted his teeth. His blood boiled. "You're looking for fucking trouble, aren't you, kid? Can't you see there are four of us here. And two of us are hobgoblins," he glared, "you don't wanna mess with us. Things will get real messy." 

"Oh," Jin cracked his neck, "you're not gonna be getting any more messier than that. Those clothes are horrible. I take it that you're all single man, yes?" He cracked his fingers. 

Caren kicked off the wall; and started toward Jin. When suddenly, a hobgoblin with an eyepatch grabbed his hand. "Boss," the hobgoblin said, "we're criminals on the loose. We're wanted. If a cop turns the corner, and sees us here; it's gonna be a whole lot of trouble for us, escapees." 

A man, eating an apple, looked at Caren. "Yeah, man. Forget the kid. You're the same guy who told us to stay sharp for eight o' clock. That gives us," he looked down at his watch, "ten minutes. The bank opens at that time, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Only in this country it does," Jin responded; folding his arms. "Plastic surgeons are all over. But it's gonna take a shit load of money to fix those faces of yours. I'd get a loan if I were you. After all, you are some ugly mother fuckers." 

The man—wearing the expensive watch—knotted his brows. Caren glanced at him, serious. "You see? This kid," he clenched his fists, "needs to be taught a serious lesson." 

Jin yawned. "Looking back, I did make some ridiculously stupid mistakes. Like trusting a bunch of demons. Got a fork right up my arse. Turns out playing with the devil isn't great at all. But as stupid as I was; I knew I wouldn't have been bad off as you all. All of you possess stupid faces not even a mother could love. Your scents are horrible. You honestly think you could rob such a popular bank with only guns nowadays? How naive. How ridiculous." 

Caren snapped, "You don't know what you're talkin' about, little fuck!" 

The eyepatched hobgoblin looked at Caren. "Boss; wasn't there really some new 'robbery detection' thing?"

The other hobgoblin—from Mexico—looked at the eyepatched one. "Zack, you are correct, mí amigo. El niño pequeño knows what he's talkin' about. The goverment inaugrated a new thing some days ago. Something that causes high-ranked officers to get instantly teleported to the heist. I don't know. That doesn't sound nice, mís amigos." 

Jin smirked. "Even if this new inauguration didn't happen, your level of competence is still beyond insufficient. You would all easily fail. Now, if you were to have abilities, things would have gotten much more promising. Though your numbers would still be too little. I would have brought more men if I were you, Caren.

"Then again you do look like an audacious man — might I say. Just by the looks of things, I can tell that this little group here is on a suicide mission. Caren, my friend, you surely understand the risks that are associated with such a demanding task. A bank robbery on one of the most popular banks there is. And I'm sure you didn't even plan the heist. I'm utterly disappointed.

"But I have a proposal for you all, nonetheless. It's either you go in there and die seamlessly. Or ... you work for me."

The eyepatched hobgoblin, Zack, clenched his teeth. "How do we know you're not fucking with us?"

Caren hit elbowed Zack to his stomach. Zack doubled over.

"You cunt," uttered Caren, "You're sounding like you want to comply with the little shit."

"Complying with me," Jin said, "isn't nescessarily a bad thing. It's a horrible thing. Another suicide mission. You'll simply have to show me to the most dangerous men you know. Unfortunately, you all will be killed with no mercy afterward," he smirked. 

Caren started to approach Jin. "What beef do you have with us, little fuck? Why do you suddenly want to kill us for nothing? That makes you the bad guy in this situation, when I'm supposed to play that role. This is far too out of character for me!"

Jin smirked again. "I have my reasons why I want to kill you. And my reasons why I can't spare your life after you agree to do my bidding. Besides, you have already seen my face. But I do suppose I was going to kill you either way, so it's not a compromise. It isn't anything personal though."

Caren grimaced. "What makes you think you can take the four of us, without getting killed first? Your arrogance pisses me off. Why are you so cocky, huh?"

"I guess being arrogant is second nature now that I have been born anew," Jin grinned. "So ... what's it gonna be? Are you going to serve this arrogant soon-to-be-god, and then die at peace? Or are you going to fight him and die terrified to your cores?"

The Mexican hobgoblin had quailed. "I don't know, boss. This kid ... something about him ... he's a bit ... a bit ..."

Jin grinned widely. "Ominous?" He asked. 

"Stop putting words in my mouth, cocky Chico. I have been learning English since I was little."

Caren suddenly pulled out a Gun, and aimed it at Jin. "I've had it with this kid! He's clearly weak, you pussies! Don't tell me you're scared of some powerless, scrawny kid! If you are," he inched his finger closer to the trigger, "you better get your guns out. It's time to face your fears."

Jin stretched his neck. "Ah," he smirked, "you've chosen death option two."