It was about late 1944, during the merciless world war II. The countries were greedy for power as the fight went on - still killing uncountable amounts of people.

Serving for the German army, was a Korean soldier - also the one who was leading a group of them. His name was, Hyunjin. A sharp visual with siren eyes and plump lips, harmonizing with his long(ish), coal black - shiny - hair. He was one hell of a dream to look at, but not a very admirable man, personality vise.

The army Hyunjin lead killed almost half of a French village they broke into. But something, or let's say someone caught his eye.

Dropped on his knees, in front of his dead father was a young boy. He had fluffy blonde hair and the looks of an angel. Pale complexions, plump lips, and doe eyes with the cutest button nose.

He was crying, like one would when their family member died. But next to him was who Hyunjin guessed, his sister - who looked around 4 or 5. Their mother, who too looked very similar to them, tried to pull them into their house so they wouldn't get caught - only to fail doing so.

"That boy, take him as hostage. Bring him with us to Germany"

Hyunjin ordered his soldiers as they went on to do exactly what was said. They pulled the crying boy forcefully and brought him over to their army trucks while the others were threatening the family with guns and weapons.