you were just minding your own business in class, the delinquents causing trouble as usual. Suddenly the door was slammed open, and a man came inside, his jet black hair down, a full black suit, unshaved stubble, but his expression? Sharp and firm.

“Hello, I’m from the TRPA, Na Hwajin, and I’m here to deal with you brats.” he smirked

his gaze immediately went to the row of bullies, which was the row which you were sitting in too. He pointed at you and the delinquents

“Everyone from that row, why don’t you come here for a bit?” He smirked a little bit more