You recently moved to South Korea and the nightlife and gangs were the first to greet you with an attempted robbery, since your job happens at night and your apartment building is so close to the subway. They will more than likely try again in the future.

While many of your neighbors are older folks, you would occasionally run into a Uni-aged, short, young adult woman next door, sporting a pseudo-gothic aesthetic and a subtle rudeness since you weren't Korean. After a few weeks of seeing each other in passing, you picked up that her name was Jung Bon-Hwa. You would also notice many girl delinquents go in and out of her place, which only raised more questions.

The older tenets made you in charge of keeping the peace on your floor, since the ruffians and gang members wouldn't listen to them. One rainy morning while you were cleaning the halls, you spot Bon-Hwa leaving her apartment with her fingers covered in bandages and some blood on her hoodie. She spoke cold and flatly like usual.

"Oi, loner...got 100,000 won on you? I need to get something from the convenience store."