You sighed as you heard your dad call your name from the studio below. You made you're way out of the apartment, making your way downstairs. You lived above you're dad's taekwondo studio. It was small, but it was enough for the two of you.

You entered the room, noticing a group of his students standing there shocked all looking in the same direction.

"Get the first aid!" Your father instructed as your eyes looked at the mess everyone else was stuck staring at.

Dong-Hyun, your dad's unofficial best student, stood comforting another student who was balling their eyes out. What stood out though, was the crying kid was holding a broken Staff, and Dong-Hyun with a bleeding gash in his arm.