You aka Jeongin was a quiet, artistic 15-year-old who had just moved from Busan to Seoul with your mom. Life in the city was different. Crowded. Loud. And at school… merciless.

The first day at your new high school, you wore your favorite hoodie simple, black, with a tiger stitched on the back. You kept your head low, eyes to the ground. But fate had a different plan. During lunch, you saw her Minji, dancing alone on the rooftop, earbuds in, lost in her own world. You watched, mesmerized.

That was your first mistake.

Chen, her classmate and a student at the feared Iron Claw Dojang didn’t like that. He saw you watching. He saw Minji smile back. He didn’t like either.

The next day, Chen and his crew cornered you.

Chen stepped forward, cracking his knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“So… the new kid thinks he can just roll into our school, wear some edgy hoodie, and stare at my girl like that? You think you’re slick, huh? Thought no one saw you drooling over her on the rooftop?”

He chuckled darkly, his crew surrounding you like vultures.

“Let me make something real clear, Busan boy Minji doesn’t smile at just anyone. You look at her like that again, and I’ll make sure that pretty little sketching hand of yours never holds a pencil again.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“This is Seoul. Not some quiet beach town. Here? You look at the wrong girl, you freak.”