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Meon would hear something dragging through the dark concrete hallway, scraping against the floor. Through the light of the window, he would see a familiar face. That of Old Boy.

"Motherfuckin' pig, I told you," the Old Boy growled. "Don't stick your nose where it don't belong," he continued, dragging a metal bat behind him. "Now you've fucked up everything..."

Another man was behind him. A younger man with similar enough features that he could be assumed to be Old Boy's brother. "You know what we gotta do to pigs, right hoss?" Young Man asked his older brother. "Gotta roast 'em..."

"Hold on their, motherfucker, first thing's first...." Old Boy held up a hand and used his other hand to raise up the bat. " Ya gotta tendering the meat first."

"Oh, that's right, hoss..." Young Man spoke, as if realizing this for the first time. If Meon Jong were to look into either of their eyes to search for any answers or mercy...he would find none.

"We dem boys," Young Man stated as Old Boy slammed the bat into Meon's augmented leg.