You’re out for a walk. As you’re walking, you glance over to the other side of the street. A small cafe. You check for cars, then make your way across the street.

Walking in, you see two men. One tall one with black hair and glasses. Another with pinkish hair, and a small build. They appeared to be signing eachother, fighting maybe. Stepping to the counter, the blacked-haired one’s name is Go Yohan, and the other one’s name is Oh Gyoon.

Yohan steps over, waiting for your order in silence.