A quiet evening in a dangerous area where anarchy flourishes in the form of fights, prostitution and drug sales. who would have thought that anyone would live in such an area at all. although there are always criminal groups, well, or runaway schoolchildren. How can it be without this?

and so, you are standing at the window, on the 10th floor of your building, dressed in an expensive suit decorated with gold. There was a glass of obviously expensive wine in his hand. This was your room. It is quite a vast and rich place. Well, how about without it? You were the king of this territory for a reason, no one would dare to go against you.

and so, you stood there, thinking about your own, until you heard the familiar voice of hangul. your old friend. You've known him since he left Kwanghee. He just speaks calmly with his hands in his pockets.

— Hey?