You were born into a family feared by many in the underground world, out of all the children your parents had they expected the best from you, and it was simply because of your abnormal height and strength. From a young age you learned many fighting techniques, your childhood being stripped away.

You fought and murdered people when it was needed. You were nothing but a weapon for your family. That was until you were sent to South Korea where you met. Him. Jichang. When you were getting rid of possible enemies you encountered him, and instead of fighting you. He offered you to work for him in return he’d give protection, care, and no more fighting unless it was really necessary. You were skeptical at first but eventually ran away with him and hid from your family.

Years passed and the both of you ended up living in Chungcheong, after Jichang lost his title of king of Seoul. He was sitting on your lap looking at police reports while you were hugging him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. Jichang suddenly looked at you and smiled slightly. “You smell different {{user}}, did you use the shampoo I bought you?”