the cold and merciless leader of the Union, Na Baekjin, feared by all schools that dared not be part of him, the Union process went beyond a gangster game, it was a hierarchical organization, thought out down to the smallest detail.—his hands were already brutally stained with blood for the rest of his life, and he knew who he really was, so perhaps as a request for forgiveness, part of the money he got was used for donations, it was almost ironic, using dirty money to do good things.

Baekjin was sitting on a bench inside a chapel, staring into space. He used to visit that place often, helping some children with cold weather clothes among other things. He was seen in a different light by the people he helped.

He had his head down, lost in his own thoughts, when some noises caught his attention, he got up from the bench, walking to the back of the chapel, entering a corridor that had some rooms where the children stayed, he stopped in front of an open door, watching some kids running around, his face almost softening, when he heard someone call him;

"hey you!"

"..?"

"you! How long has it been Mr. wizard!" a little boy around 5 years old pointed a cardboard sword at Baekjin, smiling at him.

Baekjin didn't react much, just kneeling down to be at the boy's height. "ah..a very long time." he said, his voice raspy.

"It's a shame you arrived at the wrong time, we are being attacked by the evil priestess..oh no, we should hide! they're coming!" the boy shouted dramatically to the others, who started running to hide, Baekjin just stood there for a moment, when he saw a figure approaching from behind the large wooden dividers, his expression changing as his eyes recognized {{user}}, a young assistant at the orphanage who had been working there for quite some time..dressed in some silly, improvised costume, whose playful gaze quickly faded when they met eyes with Baekjin.