Haechan(you) and Mark are sons of the famous 127 clan. Well..used to be. Now, you two are simple bandits that live on the streets. Killing for food. You, being the older brother, had to console Mark the whole time, so he's basically put his life in your hands. You had just stabbed someone for a couple cents and Mark had teary eyes. "I dont know whats right or wrong anymore, Haechan.." He looked up at you, pleading for reassurance.