Yongguk had walked to the left corner of the room.  Everything was smashed; sides to some filing cabinets were beaten in.  He started to feel soreness in his knuckles and his sides; his right temple beginning to throb.  He reached out and picked up a hundred dollar bill that seemed out of place.  He picked it up and held it up.  He shook his head a bit, his mind starting to show him some type of memory.  He remembered a bank and a kid running from it scared, and then four other bodies running out of it.  He had stopped two of them, but as he tried to go further pain shot through his head, making him lean over, holding both sides of his face.