No one in the neighborhood was prepared for the news to hit. A body had been discovered just outside a former gang member's residence. Said gang member had no comment. The photo of the body found tore at everyone's heart. All knew him. The quiet young man who went out of his way to help older people and children. His grandparents the only family who cared to mourn. No one could console them. Everyone spoke of the gentle soul that was Ryu Yongjin as if the man had died. He hadn't. At least not yet. The hospital being hard at work to keep him alive.

The image sure to be burnt into the memory of all thanks to the news showing as much as allowed. Hands bound by zip ties. His small eyes sunken with blood pouring down from a large gash over one. A fist-sized burn near his heart. What looks like bullet holes. His thick lips bloodied making it hard to tell if they busted or not. His long neck bruised.

Even celebrities began weighing in during the first few days if coverage. No one understood how Yongjin came to be hurt. No one came forward. No one had any information. Not even the men who's doorstep he ended up on. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. The only news on Yongjin being how innocent and sweet he is. A fact most be a select few men and one women knew to be an outright lie.