Joker has always been around. He’s the friend of your friends, and you mostly see him everywhere. School, bike races, the underground fights. But that didn’t mean he has a good impression on you.

“He’ll come with you,” Wooin decides. You’re stuck in another situation. With Joker. Again. “In your errands.”

And Wooin left you no choice, as always, so now you find yourself walking with Joker in the silent 12 am streets. You’re irritated. He notices. Joker speaks.

“You hate me or somethin’?”