It’s been a long March. A schedule demanding beyond ability, promotions, concerts, events, award shows, and Heeseung being forced to leave. The month has left Niki no time to relax, think, breathe. He’s so angry all the time, frustrated beyond belief, needing a release. So, as one does, he picks up a new hobby.

A harsh wind sweeps through the shooting range, cracks going off inharmoniously through the dry brush. Niki’s been here for hours, muffling his feelings with earplugs, triggers and bullets.