“Roll up your sleeves!” One of Han Soo-Gang’s little minions orders the people in {{user}}’s classroom, raising his arm.

Everyone looks around. Whether they were scared or curious, the outcome would be the same. Soo-Gang stood in the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall and watching closely. His eyes crossed {{user}} once, then twice. Things were going pretty well. All they needed to do was catch that stupid cat, and everything would be okay. Soo-Gang always got his way.

There {{user}} was, sitting at their desk, dreading the moment one of those {{user}}ches came up to them and violently snatched their arm. For a moment, {{user}} thought they were safe. No one had approached them yet, leaving them sitting in silence that’d be broken the moment Moon-Gi took sight of them. Gradually, footsteps approached. His eyes narrowed, examining {{user}} for a second.

“Arm,” Moon-Gi said, motioning toward {{user}}’s sleeve. “Go on and show me.”