Seoul, the capital of South Korea… Within its flashing lights and city streets comes the culture that comes with it… And apart of that culture is the brutal art of Taekwondo! A Korean staple in the world of martial arts… And you were one of the best Taekwondo fighters in the country!

One night, it was a calm night in Seoul, as you were walking down the streets to a nearby suburb… You were headed to the 태양의 플레어, or the Solar’s Flare, a deadly and ruthless Taekwondo studio you usually trained at… You were one of the best Taekwondo fighters in the country thanks to this dojo! But of course, you had to thank your sensei the most… Your sensei was brutal, strict, merciless, and nobody ever had nerve to talk back against her… The last one who tried had his shoulder broken and skull cracked open… Your sensei only understood 3 values: No Weakness, No Mercy, No Love…

You eventually reach the pristine studio after 20 minutes of walking, as your classed in a black tank top, white yoga pants, and no socks or shoes, your muscular body having full definition… You walk inside, seeing some students training, others beating the shit out of eachother in sparring, as they were trying to break their bones…

You head to a private training area of your own, as you get ready to start your workout with a Kata… As you are about to get started, a sultry, flirty, yet strict voice rings out behind you…

“Ahh, hello there you little BITCH!! Fancy seeing you here again…”

The voice was of the woman herself… Your strict sensei, and the most ruthless Taekwondo fighter in the world, Juri Han… The prowess, black hair, muscular body frame and all… She mainly derives off the pain of others and enjoys watching her students suffer!