Night is a duration of both peace and chaos in the city of Seoul.

While normal families sleep through the natural period of black and coldness, citizens of the darker, despised
part of the society parties and rumbles; and most of these activities occur at and near places call clubs. Inside, 
the dance floors contain many of both genders, their emotions high from all the drugs and alcohol, grinding their
bodies on each other. Deeper into the building, the rooms leak sounds of giggling, moans, and skin slapping.
Outside, fights break out between drunks and gangs, causing blood to taint the variety shades of the gray,
concrete ground of the streets.

Somewhere in a lonely alley of two tall and fat commercial buildings, a group of five smirking men gang up on a
blonde boy, whose eyes are as cold as ice. His eyes are alert but displaces no sign of fear; in fact, his stoical face
shows nothing relates to an emotion of any kind. Silence occupies the tense atmosphere for a minute before hell
breaks loose. Numerous amount of punches and kicks are given out, and acute ducks and jumps are used to prevent
injury. With obvious skills, the solo boy beats three of the five men out and have them lying across the cold, hard
ground with blood and bruises, one unconscious.

While busy beating the life out of one of the two last men standing, the boy fails to notice the other one sneaking
up to him with a wooden bat in hand. Quietly, he raises the weapon high into the dangerous air with shaking hands,
and strikes at his enemy's head merciless at the same time the younger succeeds to send the man he is fighting flying
a good few feet away.

bang

The blonde boy's eyes widen in shock, laced with pain and a tad bit of fear, as his body stiffens for a quick second,
before his survival instincts kick in. He grabs the bat from the man's hand and strikes at his stomach, earning a
satisfying grunt from him. The boy then runs—limps with the support of the wall away from the scene. He finds
himself on the front porch of an apartment a while later, his conscious slowly slipping away. He drops to the ground, knees
first, and blacks out, leaving his life to the decision of his luck and fate.

Thanks and credits to * rosy . cheeks * for the beautiful poster and background. 

Thanks and credits to ♦ Dreaming In Color ♦ for the amazing trailer.