The streets of Seoul was dark which is quite a contrast to its once bright night life. Lately there were whispers....whispers of danger and death that no one wanted to prove whether it was the truth or not. No one wanted to risk their own lives over others but that was the way of life, Modus vivendi. The silence was broken by the sound of rapid breathing and shuffling of feet against the concrete. A man with brown hair quickly ran, maneuvering through the dark alleyways not daring to glance back. After going through mazes of alleyways, he approached a lightly lit neighborhood but even then he did not stop running. Making sharp turns, he quickly approached a small run down apartment. He ran up the stairs two at a time not even bothering with the old dinky elevator. After five floors, he approached a door pulling out a small silver key before opening the door to what he called his safe haven. 

"Safe." the man sighed before quickly locking the door and heading in towards the small space he called his living room. The apartment itself was quite small but it included two rooms, a living room, and a kitchen for a price he was not complaining about. He took off his black leather jacket before throwing it on the small brown couch sitting near the door before plopping himself down while ruffling his hair as he leaned against the couch. "Again, Luhan?" a voice interrupted as a glass of water appeared before his eyes. "How many was it this time. Any women?". Quickly gulping down the water handed to him, "It's not my fault is it? I don't understand what people have against my face." Luhan growled as he set the cup down on the table before him as he resumed his position again. "That's the problem isn't it? It's that they don't have a problem with your face, it's more like they are attracted to it. Hell you have a face coveted by both genders." the man proceeded to lean against the