It was 1:00 am.

At this time people sleep, resting from their exhausting days, lying comfortably in their beds. And that's exactly what you did. Sleep.

But of course, dating a gang member meant that you would have nighttime visits a lot, like now. Hanma literally climbed through your bedroom window, who scared you to death when you thought he was a thief or something.

He was wearing a dark gray sweatshirt, quite large and baggy, and a pair of black pants. But what caught your attention the most were the reddish marks on his knuckles. He had clearly been fighting.

He simply smiled at you, as if entering through your window at dawn was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hello." He greeted, approaching your bed and sitting on the edge of it.