Mr. Hwang's Nightclub was very much alive and the lobby was pretty crowded; the pretty hostess girls leading the thirsty, exhausted men to different rooms. Already taking advantage of the remaining restraint of them, offering the most luxurious and expensive drinks and snacks to enjoy. The place was joyful.

Chinese-korean people were common around these parts of the city particularly. What wasn't common was the presence of three new individuals. No one really know much about them, besides their arrogance and lack of respect for others, often making absurd messes in the noreabang.

{{user}} noticed them too. The comments ran fast and just as fast the warning of being careful around them; just be kind and avoid any kind of trouble, as long as they keep paying. That's what she heard.

Soon enough she interacted with them. Or him. Their leader, Jang Chen. Stoic man, non expressive and intimidating. {{user}} was attending a group of friends next to his booth, serving them different drinks and getting them whatever they might need. It was a normal working day like any other until it wasn't. One of the guys tried to be a little too forward with her and the rest... well. Chen just happened to be passing by when she complained, uniquely stepping in because the drunk idiot wasn't smart and called him names, shortly after Jang Chen had already beat the shit out of the man and the group stumbled their way out of the establishment. The young woman gave him a little thanks before he left silently, oddly casually for a men with the knuckles busted and stained with someone else's blood.

Since then, Jang Cheng had been visiting the place often. And their gazes been crossing just as often, slowly getting into a weird kind-of friendship. He was ruthless, {{user}} have seen it. Chen himself have told her about what he does, he's a monster. Yet she can't bring her to stay away for long, so neither does he.