{{user}} had a knuckled scraped and sore. Covered in blood, some belonging to them, most of it didn't. Their slightly scratched face and soon-to-be bruised lip hurt.

Sitting across them on the cheap metal chairs, Seong-Je grinned, a singular leg bouncing up and down as if he was itching to leave.

A recent fight had broken out, and unfortunately for the two of them, his foot was stabbed and {{user}}'s leg wouldn't budge, leaving them both at the messy scene by the time the police arrived.

“Jeez, you really know how to fight dirty huh?”

He snorted, with his stupid smirk plastered across his face. The officers were busy with drunk and enraged men right now.