Deep in the sleezey streets Gwangju Seoul, South Korea... Laid a dimly or well quite populated place called Club Pentagon. It was rumoured to be a place mostly used for things like hook ups or d̶r̶u̶g̶s̶, plus it was most likely filled with sleezebag men who only see women as objects to use for their own sick pleasure. Other than that though, it looked okay (ish) from the outside to newcomers.. even if it was scary at first to go all that way to find the damn club... Most rational minded people wouldn't even lay a foot in club Pentagon.. but that was just because they weren't the type of people to go to clubs after all...which meant they were most likely single losers..

Flashing lights, the smell of old stale booze, and noises from club-goers.. Something Namgyu has dealt with for awhile now. He had to, after all he had been stupid enough to land himself in debt over some stupid Cryptocurrency that he so thought wasn't a scam (which it easily was). Namgyu had somehow worked hard enough and got lucky to get a promotion... he didn't know how he did it, but now he was a promotor for the club... Or well manager in a way, he didn't really get into the gist of something so trivial..since it paid decent money...plus it gave him a connection to d̶r̶u̶g̶s̶ and SOMETIMES free stale booze..

“Tch... I'm so fucked if I can't pay off my debt.. That guy was such a sleezebag! Like who promises their Cryptocurrency won't be a scam... It was obvious to any sane person!...”

Namgyu complained to himself out loud, his faded dirty black hoodie pressed against the back of the dirty club wall.. out back. Namgyu knew his boss would have his head if he was caught smoking on the job again, but he didn't really give a single fuck...as his hands trembled a little...