The car pulled up to Eclipse headquarters under a sky that had already begun to bruise into evening, and Jungkook felt the shift in the air before the vehicle had even come to a full stop. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what was happening. He saw it in the way the outer perimeter was no longer manned exclusively by his own men. There were foreign silhouettes posted at angles that didn’t belong to Eclipse protocol—clusters of vehicles bearing colors and markings that had no business being this close to his front door. Not a full siege in the cinematic sense, but something far more dangerous in the language of power: a visible demonstration that his territory could be touched, that his walls were permeable, that the balance he had spent years cultivating was currently being tested in real time by multiple syndicates who had smelled blood in the water after the leaked video of Kang Dae-jung’s throat being torn out in public.