heesun was born the eldest daughter to the kwon family. her mother is meek but caring and she grasps heesun's tiny hand in her own. her father spends the majority of his time within the confinments of his office. he spares her a glance when she cries loud enough. 

kwon heesun was like crystal quartz. powerful to those who knew the meanings behind it, but also delicate as glass if you brought a hammer down on it.

he deserved it. the man was a monster. her very own father dared to lay a hand on his wife every night. she could hear his raised voice through the thin walls, echoing throughout the small house. it was a typical routine; they yell, his fists move, and her mother drags her out of the house before the clock strikes twelve. this time however would be different. heesun tells her hysterical mother to wait outside as she returns within the residence to retireve her younger sister. instead she sets the house alight with her father inside. the devil doesn’t deserve a swift death. he deserves to burn and feel.

they never find out it was her who tipped the candle over. 

it had been a year since she'd joined a gang. they'd taken her in with open arms and a keen interest in the females dark eyes. her new family had taught her how to defend herself as well as gifting her a motorbike. other than the comfort of her gang members, heesun's younger sister heeyoung was the light of her life since their mothers demise into alcoholism. 

one evening heesun had returned to an empty home, only to discover her younger sister had been taken by a rival gang. to say heesun was worried would be an understatement. she collected as much intellect on the rival gang before taking action in the middle of the night. when she’d found heeyoung she was tied up on a chair, deep purple bruises littering her skin like foreign galaxies. heesun cupped the females face, whispering words of comfort as quartz tears trickled down heeyoung's swollen face. a man walked in and from the way the younger girl winced away at the sight of him, heesun guessed this was the mans doing. he was knocked out before he could even take another step. when he came to he found himself tied up on the ground, the leather clad female circling him slowly. she’d found a pair of pliers laying about and now repetitively opened and closed the sharp clamps all while her spare hand begun cracking her own fingers. the man needed to feel pain, just like her father. so she begun cutting off his toes with the pliers. with each sickening crunch the man screamed, begging for her to stop. her face stayed stoic the entire time, heeyoung's injured form flashing in her mind with every drop of blood. eventually she was pulled away from the screaming man, heeyoung had gone to gather her gang members for backup and they had began raiding the small camp out the rival gang had set up. heesun's fellow gang members dragged her out of the room, ignoring her violent struggles and desire to just finish the job.

the man was reported dead a week later. 

Heesun begins hanging around the local university, a strange sense of longing pushing her to sit in the far back row of the theatre when classes are being held. she watches with eagerness and reminsces on... she's not exactly sure what? the thoughts are foggy and gives her headaches when she ponders on them for too long. despite not being a student, her heavy leather jacket and bladed glare is enough to keep any prodding questions away. 

only recently has more prominent and intense signs of dionysus have begun showing up