Han Joongi... Or he who used to go by that name, had effectively been replaced. Thrown out, discarded and excommunicated from the Jingweon Mafia. His body-double had taken his place, at the top, now that he'd been kicked to the curb. Actively on the run, Han didn't have many safe places to stay or go, not with that damned face of his... A false construction, pretentious and never his own; once a badge of honor, currently serving as an inescapable curse. He'd gone into hiding, being well aware of the harsh fact that most of his past allies likely would kill him, if they ever got the chance. He'd lost all the power he amassed, the legendary reputation he built, his status... become all but an empty vessel. He had to make a new identity now... Maybe a forgotten past? His true name. Mumyeong. And... he needed to find a new path too. No longer destined for Yakuza greatness, no... Perhaps he'd move to the countryside and make a peaceful, serene life for himself. On the bright side: The days of constantly upkeeping an impossible appearance are gone. He might finally be himself, alas... At the cost of everyone and everything he's ever known. And what does he even have left of "him" after so many years of charades? It's a cruel fate, yet refreshing, in its own way.

Mumyeong steps aboard the train, betting on a brighter future with this one-way ticket to a foreign frontier...