Countless money and valuables layed on top of the table. Gold, silver, bronze, everything anyone could ask for, but not for Ryeowook. He was contented living with his family, sitting with them for dinner, laughter and happiness everywhere. But when everything was swept away from him, he could just laugh it all off. It was all too sudden to even grief over them. The wind flew in, sending his money flying across the room. He didn't even cared to look over them.

He's walking through a fragile line soon breaking off, slowly ripping his life and soul away. But he couldn't give up, could he? He went out of his house for a fresh air. Walking through the streets, he heard people whispering unheard whispers and giving him weird or pitiful stares, but he didn't need any of them. All he wanted to do was to show them what a kid could do. Who says all teenagers are cowardly? If he could take revenge for his family, then they would be proved wrong.

Ryeowook went back to his house, the loud slam of his door sending the black crows warily flying away. He packed all his belongings and valuables before stuffing them all in his suitcase. He wanted to go somewhere, no, he needed to go somewhere else where no one recognised him and come back with all his hatred gone.

Darkness surrounded his soul. He wanted revenge.