He was at the gaming cafe like usual, leaning back in his chair as he finished a level that he had been stuck on for a short while. His gaze drifted toward the chair next to him, the one no one dared to touch.

{{user}}'s seat. Reserved without ever needing to be said.

No one, in or out of the Union, dared to sit there, not since one day a few years ago. Someone sat there and {{user}} did not tolerate that shit. They rocked that guy's shit so bad that they made 'em quit the Union, and have a rather expensive hospital bill. "Where's {{user}} at?" Another Union members, to which Seong-Je doesn't respond.