The first is for the curious, the second for the perfectionist, the third is for the clumsy ones, while the following are for the unfortunate.

    6:30 A.M. Like a sleeping beast, the whole city was quiet. The streets were filled with people sweeping dusts off of sidewalks, drunken men trying to recover from their hang overs, and two curious individuals; a brunette, called Shin Ae Sol, who stood tall as she led the other person; a blond man named Kim Him Chan who quietly listened to the woman as she explained the streets' and city's namesake, then blushed when she pointed out the brothels and the pubs. 

"I don't go to places like that--"
"Sure you don't." AeSol smirked and led on.

     Throughout their walk HimChan would look around, glancing at the uniformly-designed buildings that reach the sky—“skyscrapers” was what AeSol called them--which linedthe streetsand blocked the sun from view. It was almost like the run-down apartment he stayed at last night was a whole different place; there the streets were littered with trash,while here the streets wereascleanhis grandmother’s house, not a piece of paper nor chewed gum were to be seen on the side-walk (Or maybe that was because it was still early in the morning).As he looked aroundthe place he found himself staring into deep brown eyes;the woman had just grabbed his chin and made him look at her in the eyes.

"I understand you're curious, but stop it. Seriously." With that she let go and continued to walk on. 
"Ae Sol w-what--"
"And don't say my name." She said barely above a whisper and threw a glare at him. 

   HimChan sighed and --disregarding AeSol's warning-- looked around more only to find himself being gazed at by numerous eyes; men in suits who stood by the building doors pointed at him and talked, not even bothering to hide their action, a few women giggled and smirked at his sightas they passed by, and even some teenagers (who seem like they would mind their own business) glanced at him secretly as they rushed passed him. HimChan was dumbfounded; these people are showing interest in a settlement bumpkin like him and aren't even bothering to hideit. It was completely new to him and somehow. . . disturbing. HimChan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and tried to avoid those wanting gazes when aman in a white suit and red hair approached him with a grin. 

"Young man!", he called, "You look like you're new here." The man smiled at HimChan gently 

     Now, HimChan was warned about this by AeSol before they left the apartment. ("It's obvious not only to me but to everyone else whowould see you, that you're new here." She said, "So if ever you're alone--and I seriously hope and doubt that happens--don't talk to anyone who offers you a hand or a job. They'll eat you alive. Literally.") But that won't really happen... will it? 

     HimChan shrugged off the idea, 'since she didn't even bother waiting for me I'll just talk to other people. I doubt she even noticed I’m gone. ' He pouted, 'She's more likely to me eat me alive than him.' He looked at the man in the white suit, he was smiling gently at HimChan and was speaking so politely that "eating people" would probably be the last thing on his to-do-list. On the contrary, he looked like the type that his teacherswould talk about when they discussed 'modern heroes'; men who came from the Five Cities and went to nearly-abandoned settlements to help the people there. Heroes that save innocent lives not eat people!

"Young man?"
"Ah? Yes, I am new here." HimChan unhesitantly admitted. 
The man smiled, "Are you, possibly, looking for a job?"
"Coincidentally, I am." He chuckled.
"Ah! Good then. I have the perfect job for someone with your body type and potential I would--"
"DongHyun, don't even bother."

A woman in a short red dress walked up to them,then pointed the long wooden pipe in her right hand at him, "You, boy. Don't be fooled by this man. He knows nothing of potential, while I--"
"While you would what, Dasom? Show this boy to the falling rocks by the Bay of Shriveled Peace?"
"Well, our intelligence is measured by the success of our works, DongHyun, and I would say that your shoulders would be better relieved of your worthless head."

"Uhm excuse me I--"
"Don't worry, boy, I'll take care of you and sweep you away from this useless excuse of a man." She her red-painted lips and dug her equally red-painted fingers into HimChan's shoulder as she pushed him through the crowd. HimChan flinched as her sharpened nails felt like they would tear his whole shoulder apart. 
"Dasom don't you dare--"
"Men!!" 

     'Dasom' released her grip and HimChan as seven rowdy-looking men walked over to them. 'DongHyun' scoffed as he was pinned down to the ground by Dasom's men. The woman in red stood before DongHyun, her arms crossed against her chest and her gaze was something everyone watching knew. The woman her lips and as she snapped her fingers, the gossiping crowd suddenly dispersed, some panicking to get away. HimChan was, again, dumbfounded. 'These people change interests so quickly.' He thought, 'once a fight is over they'd just walk away like that?' He turned back to the two 'business-people' and found one of Dasom's men holding a knife against DongHyun’s throat.

"You’ll die by my master’s hand, !" 

Dasom waved her pipe and the man slowly dragged the knife across DongHyun's throat, blood dripping down his neck in the process. DongHyun screamed as the blade pierced his flesh. The entertained woman raised her finger and her henchman stopped halfway. Shesmirked thenbent down and looked DongHyun in the eye. 

"Burn--in--hell." DongHyun wheesed and Dasom nodded towards her henchman ashe slit the remaining part of DongHyun's throat.

'Wh-what. . .' HimChan blinked. 'What just-- This isn't... How could she just--'

     HimChan felt his body being dragged from the scene, but he couldn't look anywhere else. He observed as Dasom kicked DongHyun's lifeless body away and ordered her men to dispose of it. Dasom puffed her pipe before she turned to HimChan. Her stare gave him a sick feeling in the stomach (or maybe it was the sight of a dead, bloody man), and he could faintly hear her witch-like voice in his head.

'I will have you'

"I told you not to talk to anyone, didn't I?!" AeSol groaned as she rubbed the back of HimChan, who found his way to the toilets (and, for some reason, managed to drag AeSol along)as soon as they arrived at a restaurant. 

"H-how. How would I know that someone would just--just kill someone like that right in front of me?! How would I know that--" He found the food he ate this morning going up his throat again.
"I warned you, didn't I? You should've listened to me." AeSol sighed as HimChan wheezed slightly. She handed him a dampened handkerchief, which he gratefully took.
"Just... Just how can someone do that?" HimChan coughed and dabbed the handkerchief against his lips. "No one should just kill someone like that -- that's just not right. Human life is a valuable thing and everyone should-- Where are you going?" 

HimChan looked at AeSol who simply walked out of the comfort room. As she did, a man with bright pink hair and small sharp eyes approached her.

"New friend I should know about?"
"He's like them." Ae Sol simply replied and sighed, "he's the type that believes that there's good in everyone and like that."
"And shouldn't you be taking care of him?" He raised a brow and nodded his head towards HimChan who was about to limp out of the comfort room but quickly ran back in.
"Just a day with him and I can see he's hopeless." AeSol shook her head. "I don't even know why I accepted this kind of chore from the owner."
"Maybe it's because you think this would end differently than--"
"No, L.Joe, I don't. I think his is gonna get stabbed or burnedin the next few days because anyone who comes to this damned city is guaranteed that." 

L.Joe smiledand patted AeSol's shoulder.

“Hey, there’s still me, right? Still alive, still breathin my cool breathe~”
“Just a little more and you’ll find yourself on the ground, your “cool breathe” would be taken from you by his Servants.”

L.Joe smiled sadly at her. AeSol groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose

“Damn. How is it between them anyway?” She concernedly asked.
“Still the same; as soon as they even get a whiff of each other’s perfume, the whole district gets raided and ripped apart by their men. And considering that neither of them have much to do--”
“They’ll probably get to kill each other soon.”
“Either that or the whole’s city’s gonna fall apart first.”
“May I ask who is doing what killing again?”

AeSol rolled her eyes as the recently recovered HimChan nervously chuckled.

“I’m just curious—“
“Joe, do me a favour would you?” AeSol waved her hand as she walked away.
“Sure but you owe me.” L.joe chuckled and turned to HimChan with a straight face. HimChan, on the other hand, goofily grinned and held his hand out to L.Joe, “Hello. My name is HimChan.”
“L.Joe.” The man simply replied.

     The two bright-hair-coloured men sat down at an empty table and HimChan was quick to rant about his first day with AeSol and how he had felt he was made fun of when he asked her about his curiosities. The seemingly bored L.Joe on the other hand, nodded at every other thing he said and pretended to listen until one question of his that seemed to have caught the entire eatery’s attention;

“What is a Master anyway?”

     L.Joe’s face hardened and it seemed as if the busy restaurant had suddenly become quiet. HimChan looked around and realized what happened earlier was happening again—the whole bistro’s gaze fell on him and unlike earlier their gazes were heavier and felt as if they were planning on killing him (or maybe it was just because he was scared out of his wits after learning there really are people who eat other humans). L.Joe tapped HimChan’s wrist and mouthed, “Follow me”. The pink haired man quietly stood and walked out of the restaurand with his hands in his pockets. As ordered, HimChan followed nervously.

     As soon as he stepped out of the establishment, HimChan was dragged away from the district and through various allies by none other than L.Joe. HimChan tried to ask what was going on, but realized that running was better than asking when he saw half a dozen armed men running after them. They continued turning corner to corner until a huge wall blocked their path. HimChan desperately tried to catch his breath btu  quickly stumbled when a flying knife almost grazed his hip. He turned to the pink-haired man beside him who had pulled out two .44 Magnum revolvers (which looked like any other killing-pistol-gun to HimChan) and had quickly decimated half of their pursuers with ear-piercing gun shots. The remaining three charged at L.Joe all at once with daggers in both hands but the pink-haired man quickly took care of them; jumping and dodging their attacks before finishing them off with shots to the head. L.Joe calmly hid his guns and gazed at HimChan.

     HimChan stared wide-eyed at the six bloody bodies in front of him. Three bled from the holes in their head that were almost as big as a coin, and the other three bled from the left part of their chests. As he looked at the bodies closer, the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder filled his nose and he found himself feeling sick again. L.Joe helped HimChan stand and dragged him away from the site before he could make himself any sicker.

     Unfortunately though, when they had arrived at a familiar bistro – where AeSol and the owner worked at—HimChan found himself once again in the toilet, his stomach rejecting anything he consumes and had consumed (even though he hadn’t even eaten his lunch yet and it was already dinner time). HimChan tiredly leaned against the toilet seat and wheezed as the last of whatever was in his stomach found its way to the toilet bowl.

“What is this place…”
“Seventh Peak.”

He turned to the man who had answered his question; it was the owner. The owner handed him a dampened towel and sat beside HimChan. HimChan quietly dabbed the towel on the sides of his lips and turned to the owner with a pout.

“She’s angry at me, isn’t she?”
“Frustrated is what she is but she is rarely angry.”
“I want to apologize but I really am confused about what she or L.Joe has been doing and saying. It’s all too… too…”
“Impossible?” The owner smiled and patted HimChan’s back, “If I know AeSol like I know her, the worst you can do is apologize.”
“Then what should I—“
“Learn.”

The owner patted HimChan’s back against once more before standing up and heading for the door. He stopped halfway, though, and turned to HimChan.

“I almost forgot... I received word that one of the Servants had been killed because of a certain blond man. I suggest you watch your step and listen to AeSol-cchi.”
“But—Servant?” HimChan looked at him questioningly.
“Alright, I’ll teach you about Masters and stuff like that if you do some work for me.”
“But… I can’t kill anyone like L.Joe did—“
“No”, the owner chuckled, “Unlike the rest of the city I have no interest in that. I just need someone to wash the dishes and clean the tables.”
“Alright. I accept.”

     HimChan stood and followed the owner as they walked out of the comfort room. Outside, he saw AeSol quietly standing at her station and looked as if she was in deep thought. She was approached by L.Joe, who turned out to be doing a favour (or a long overdue debt) for the owner.

“May I ask what their relationship is?” HimChan said to the owner, his eyes not leaving the two talking figures.
“Oh, Byung Hun and AeSol-cchi? They’re long-time friends. Surprisingly even AeSol is willing to call him a ‘friend’.” The owner smiled something along the lines of a fatherly smile.
“Byung Hun? I thought his name was L.Joe.”
“A code name. For security purposes.” He explained and HimChan nodded his head.
“But isn’t it a bit unusual to have a friend in this city?” HimChan questioned again.
“It is. If you want to know the whole story, maybe you should ask AeSol.”
“But—“
“This is the only thing I’m going to tell you about them; L.Joe knows your path. He seem indifferent because of the presence of another woman in his story.”
HimChan stared at the owner, dumbfounded. Well, that was surely helpful for him.

“Anyway, I need to tell you about the Masters of this city before I return you to AeSol.”

     The owner led him to the backroom where the sink filled with dirty dishes and a full trash bin were located. He told HimChan to start cleaning and as HimChan picked up a broom, the owner started to preach.

     “No one is really certain how the earliest Masters obtained their position, and how they are able to keep the smaller groups of thugs and hoodlums under their control, but ever since the rise of Seventh Peak ten years ago, the Masters have always been present to keep the city’s hierarchy balance in check.

     “There are rumours that there are these four Gods that have been the key to Seventh Peak’s rise, saying that they have called forth dark magics and have acquired demonic powers, hence the sudden rise of Seventh Peak. But these powers had a price; their life would be served under the demon and their bodies will slowly decay as if they had already died. The Gods, learning of this consequence only after they had signed their soul to the devil, sought the help of the witch living at Eight Silence. The witch that lived in the ruined city ridiculed and teased the Gods, mocking their stupidity for dealing with the devil. But soon the witch grew tired of her own antics and offered a solution to them; another’s life in exchange for theirs.

     “The Gods had separated but remained in Seventh Peak, looking over the city’s progress. Slowly they picked highly skilled individuals to work under them; a promise that no harm from the common enemy will fall on them, and a promise of wealth and power; they would be the ones to rule over the city and would be called Masters. In exchange for all this would be one thing; to protect the God at all cost. The Master didn’t understand though, that they would give their lives up in a different way that they had imagined.

     “The Gods bestowed upon them powers like the ones they possessed. But this was a double-edged sword as having these powers drained the Masters slowly of their lives. Few of the first Masters observed this effect and mimicked what the Gods have been doing; they recruited individuals that would serve under them and would serve as the source of their life span, the Servants. The Servants were generously paid for their efforts and the same agreement applied to them; the Servants would protect the Master from outside harm, while Master shall do the same to the Servant. The other Masters, although clueless of the effect, copied this tradition, and so they are the ones that ‘rule’ over Seventh Peak now.”

“Telling children stories again, old man?” AeSol walked in the room with trays of dirty silver plates and glasses.
“Just telling HimChan what I know about Masters—“
“Masters are rich bastards who view Seventh Peak as a playboard for their killing game with other Masters. They take what they want and do what they want. There are no Gods, only Servants who are skilled enough to catch a Master’s eye.” AeSol impatiently said as she dumped the dirty plates in the sink.

     HimChan, on the other hand, had lost himself in the story. Unlike what he had seen from this city the past day (which would be just a bunch of dead bodies) the tale of the Gods and Masters and Servants seemed like it had come from the books his mother read him when he had done something wrong; tales of demons and punishments and magic. It sent shivers down his spine and, indeed, it was all too disturbing if it was real, but is was still fascinating. He was, however, pulled out from his fantasies when the owner uttered a single statement;

“You're a Servant.”