Donald sat down on the bench over-looking the river with a sigh. The fight between Eunjang High and the Union was over. And Donald prevailed as being the strongest. He had quickly sent away the members of the Union with the news of a temporary disbandment, which caused a few to rile up with questions. But Donald's words were absolute in the end.

As he sat there alone, covered in blood and injuries, he pulled out a bar of chocolate from his pocket. The familiar candy his mother used to get him brought him a sense of comfort. Or perhaps it was just a reminder of the trauma. He placed a piece into his mouth, feeling as if Eunjang should've fought harder. Gray Yeon should've stopped him.

His thoughts were put to a halt as the shadow of someone approaching covered him. He glanced up at you who were walking by. "What?" He asked, wondering what someone like you were doing in an empty place like this. And why on earth were you looking at him so worriedly?