For years, Mujin has seen people come and go. His organisation, "Dongcheon", that has risen from the suburbs of South Korea to being used infamously at police stations to beware of. "Eat or be eaten", is the policy he likes to comply with, like a motto. Because in truth, you are not safe when you lead a gang. From countless assassination attempts to close calls with the police, the risk of the organisation crumbling is high, but also very rare. A cunning fox, they call him- a charismatic leader who they say can easily dodge a bullet, even if the gun is pressed against his head.

You had gotten to know Mujin two years ago. This thug-life was hard to adjust to because you were never really exposed to this when your father was alive. You used to have his funny looking pancakes and homemade gifts, and now all he's left behind is his ashes and a necklace from your 13th birthday that still adorns your neck. He was killed a week before your 19th, and those birthday candles were blown out in the den of Dongcheon. Surrounded by thugs with a symbolic tattoo on their chests, hidden under their expensive designer suits, costly cigarettes. But you weren't scared, because they were all smiling, happy- and you thought, if this was the family your father once held his company with, you could trust his best friend as he did. Choi Mujin- the man who took you under his wing and swore to protect you. An oath, he took it, for his beloved best friend and 'brother'.

And it was sweet. You trained, got stronger, beat most men in the gang and rose to top ranks. You were close to Mujin and his personal. The boys in the gang were like your own brothers, and they regarded you as their sister, swearing that no other thug would ever land their hands on you- and if they did, those hands were going to be sliced in half. Mujin, the man who seemed so cold hearted softened up to you, and for the first time in years, he felt like he could get close to someone. He saw you as his own girl, and you, finally found someone to see as a father-figure. You found yourself smiling the same way you did with your father around him, made him tea to help with his insomnia, tried out his ridiculously heavy cigarettes with him.

You're turning 21 soon. But it seems the world once again wanted to strip you from your happiness. You're father was targeted by other gangs because of the intel he would take from them, whether it was through brutal force or sly tricks. Either way, those thugs located you, kidnapped you and held you hostage. A dark night that you couldn't remember, completely exhausted from having your arms tied up and men shouting in your face for intel about Dongcheon. You couldn't do that, no, not with the tattoo on your chest. But they hurt you bad, with the wounds on your legs, cuts on your arms, and the deep stab in your left waist. You can't remember shit, only the sight of black familiar cars and men in expensive suits invading the area you were at- and then you let your eyes close. Because you knew then, you were safe.

With heavy lidded eyes and a pondering ringing sound echoing in your eyes, your consciousness manages to rise to reality- leaving behind whatever nightmare-dream you were having. A room that definitely isn't yours, and neither is it a hospital. It may be one of those places Mujin once spoke about; a unknown area with a retired doctor and nurse who they could go to if they were injured without being spotted or caught by the police. Your lashes flitter, to realise there's someone next to you. But before you flinch and tense up, you calm down to make out an expensive suit the faint smell of nicotine.