Chapter 1 - Little Kris

June 2015, Seoul

Weather started getting hotter as another summer started. Kris sighed and looked behind him. All other people left. The only one that was left here was him and his close friend, Luhan. Luhan put a comforting arm on Kris' shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's go back."

"Be there in a moment."

Luhan nodded and slowly left his friend standing in front of his father's grave. He sighed deeply once more before whispering.

"It was all my fault. I will do my best to keep our job going. I will not disappoint you," A single tear came out of his eye. "Father."

He turned around and left. Luhan was waiting on the entrance of the graveyard, looking at couple of people dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses.

"Who are they?" Luhan asked quietly, motioning to the group with his head.

Kris gulped. "Father's co-workers." He said quickly and quietly.

"Right," Luhan dropped the subject and began walking towards his car. He stopped and turned around.

"Coming?"

Kris frowned and shook his head. "Go. I'll see you later."

Luhan nodded and went towards his car. He started the car and opened his window.

"Kris. If you need somebody; I'm here."

Kris nodded. When Luhan drove away Kris turned to the group in suits. The were already looking at him. He gulped and went towards one of his father's relatives. She was crying and holding onto a man next to her.

"Oh, Kris. I remember when you were little."

Kris frowned. He never knew who the woman was, but she clearly knew him. He blinked a couple of times and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Last time I spoke to my brother we had a fight. I remember it; it was five years ago." When she saw Kris frowning she smiled weakly. "You don't remember me, do you?"

When Kris shook his head she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I was your father's sister. Your aunt."

Kris raised his eyebrows in surprise.

She stiffened. "You look like him, Little Kris."

Kris felt like his world was spinning. He didn't know his father had any close relatives, let alone a sister. Feeling a little dizzy he nodded with a best fake smile he could master and left to find his own car.

When he got in he looked at the men is suits again before he started the car and left without another word.

He eventually stopped the car in front of his house and got out. He looked up at his window to see the lights . He frowned.

Opening the door to his house, he saw two men standing in the living room, waiting for him. His eyes widened and he grabbed a pole and snuck up behind them.

Just as he was about to swing, the two turned around. One grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall. Kris felt a little dizzy by the sudden impact, but looked coldly at the men nonetheless.

"We've got a lot to talk about, Little Kris."

Kris sat at the huge table in an unknown room. Walls were painted in black which gave off and eerie and creepy, but intimidating kind of atmosphere. A huge chandelier hung above the table. It seemed as if it was the only light on the room.

Kris looked at the men in front of him with an emotionless look. The stared back at him, excepting him to say something. When nobody said anything, one of them started.

"We all know that Mr. Wu died," Some men flinched. "We need a new leader."

In that moment, everybody looked at Kris. He looked around and slowly shook his head.

"No. I refuse to have a life of a criminal."

Some men clenched their jaw and some just sat emotionless. One stood up a made way towards him. He stood right next to Kris and glared.

"This isn't your decision to decide." He said lowly.

Kris stood up and faced the older man. "What if I don't want to be part of this?"

"You will be. . . Because of your father."

Kris lost it. He punched the man in the jaw and glared. The older man stood up and grabbed Kris by collar with one hand, and punched him with other. Kris grabbed the hand that was punching him and twisted it. The man let go of him and rubbed his fist. Kris swung his leg and hit the man in the crotch. The man fell on his knees.

Other men stood up and went towards him. Kris swung his arm hitting one on the jaw. Swinging his leg, he kicked two in stomach.

He fought them off until there was one barely standing. Taking deep breaths, Kris shouted.

"I'll make my own gang! I don't need you!" With that he took the nearest chair and broke the window with it.

When he stood on the frame of the now broken window he turned around. "Did you really think my father didn't teach me anything?"

He smirked and jumped down. Standing up from the ground he looked st his bloody hands. Some small shards cut trough his skin. He cursed himself as he ran towards the street. He looked around the dark streets. Nobody was there.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. his lips, he put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Luhan's voice was heard.

"Luhan? I need you to do me a favour."

". . . Go on."

"I am currently on - wait let me check. . . I can't find the sign with the name of the street."

"Do you at least know where you are?"

"Yes. Remember the old building where we played when we were kids?"

"How did you even get - nevermind, I'll be here in a sec."

"Thanks, see ya." He hung up before Luhan could say anything else.

He looked around again. This was one of the rich neighborhoods. The streets were lit up nicely. Three story houses were lined up perfectly, with gardens that were beautifully decorated. There was nobody outside at this hour, making the beautiful neighborhood look lifeless.

He saw the light in the distance. Stepping back from the road, he waved at the person inside the car. Luhan opened the window and asked.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Please, I know this part of Seoul like the back of my hand."

"How do you know it, may I ask?"

"No. Now unlock the ing doors before I die."

Luhan looked at him weirdly before unlocking the door. Kris got in and looked at his friend, who was looking at Kris' bloody hands.

"You've go a lot of explaining to do."