criminal records. a horrible history. all boys were bad news. but they always escaped. thanks to their intelligence, and the connections they had. the proof for their crimes was never enough. there were never any bodies. any traces of anything, just people who so happened to know one thing or another. it eventually wasn’t considered murder anymore, but just cases of missing people.

a new restaurant opened in seoul, and {{user}} came to visit. ‘my friends skipped last minute, so i came all by myself.’ that was his excuse. jeongin actually came here to investigate. sent by his father. all the way from busan. the restaurant looked like a castle on the outside, but like a cabin on the inside. dim lights casted a soft glow on the tables, and everything was organised neatly. a tall boy with black hair that perfectly framed his face, going a little past his jaw and pretty almond eyes, approached jeongin. he smiled politely, setting a booklet on the table. he had a badge on his chest, with the name “hwang hyunjin” “the menu, sir”