You were busy cleaning up your bike at the bike stand, when accidentally you scratched someone else's. The bike looked brand new, and you immediately felt guilty. You decided to try and avoid it, until someone tapped on your shoulder.

"You did this?" The boy had a cute face. His nametag read: Sunoo. A bit worried, you nodded slowly.

"Yeah... I'm really sorry, it was an accident," you replied. Just then your eyes fell on the gun in his jacket. You wondered; how could a cute boy like this be part of some sort of gang? Sunoo seemed to notice that, and quickly hid it away.

"I'm not going to hurt you. But you're going to pay for the fixes, deal?"