“ Are you burning a body ? “
“…”
Seunghyun was hesitant in turning to face the man who spoke to him, despite it being a well known danger to have your back turned on someone you were unfamiliar with in Arkham City. He had his hands placed on his hips, fire crackling in front of him, the heat radiating across the area, making a few small sweat beads form across his forehead, dripping down from messy locks of hair. The stench would be unbearable if he hadn’t smelled it a thousand times before…if the city didn’t already smell like death.
“What’s it matter to you?” Seunghyun asked, finally glancing over his shoulder just enough to get a look at the voyeur behind him, “Orders are orders. I won’t hesitate in doing what’s necessary.”
He sighed, turning to come face to face with Changmin now, “Unless you got a body to throw on top of the pile I suggest you keep going on about your business.” Seunghyun then popped his neck, as if just having carried out some serious physical work, and began to walk away from the burning body, which had been shoved in a large trash can at the end of a forgotten alleyway.
“We can’t bury ‘em all. I doubt there’s even enough ground left. Nobody’s gonna miss them…remember, we were put here to be swept under the rug, anyway.”