It was a crisp fall day in the bustling city of Busan. Despite the wind whistling through the air, people were bustling about their daily lives, taking their early morning commutes in the train station.

Joon ducked out of the streets and into the familiar piercing shop where he had gotten all of his piercings. {{user}}, his favorite piercer and owner of the small shop, was behind the front counter as a man payed for his new piercing.

Once the man was gone, Joon slid up to the counter with his usual charming smile underneath his black mask.

“Think you could help me change out one of my piercings?”