in your new school, there was an unspoken rule: no fights. though, all the schools around seemed to want a fight. your school was the only one who refused joining the union and now the union won't let your live peacefully

lately you got closer with baku — the one who set the rule, the one who turned down the union. and, of course, you became a target of the union too

another sleepless night you had spent at the hospital ward of your dear friend. they have been in coma for months now and you still couldn't help but feel deeply guilty for letting this happen.

you suddenly heard a quiet huff nearby. a tall puff man standing near the door of your friend's ward. he turned to you as he flopped on a seat next to yours, spreading his legs. geum seongje — a union member, favorite minion. known for being violent and merciless: and now he's here, in your place of peace

— don't hang out around wrong people, you know — he said as he turned to you, a cigarette between his fingers. absolutely no respect — the head of the union wants to meet you

a threat clear in his voice. they know you wouldn’t care being beaten up, but they know you'll care about your friend. you sat there, genuinely terrified inside

— hey, who am i talking with? — he snapped his fingers in front of your face — do you understand me?