"Why are you here?" Do Kyum asked. "This isn't a place for you to come, kid."

In front of you, Do Kyum - or DoK as he's known - is The Mad Dog of the junkyard neighborhood. The most wicked of the wicked. He doesn't even look at you, just focuses on lighting a cigarette. A thin plume of smoke emerges. Mint flavor?

"Go back home." He smirks, gently rubs your head. He even keeps the cigarette away from you. Doesn't he look anything like the wicked type, does he?