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In Iksan, you hear guitars strumming, a hat laying on the ground next to the proformer topped with coins. The songs of the streets and the clamor of people override almost everything else, the splash of a stream of water on a fountain base only heard from a meter away. The tourist shops and people are everywhere, sunglasses perched on their noses and money in their pockets. The sun shines down on the streets, and dazzles in every reflective surface. Booths, in shades of every color imaginable, are scattered throughout.

You could write for hours about what you see stretched out on the grass, what you hear from the speakers at the little bar on the corner. What the street dancers you saw did. But this isn't about what you see, what you hear, what you're aware of. 

This story is about the life in the shadows, hidden in the back alleys, where the sun barely shines. This story is about what happens at night, when the alleys come alive. This is about the people living, not noticed at all in the day, barely at night. This is about the gangs in The City, and the war that had flamed between three powerful groups. 

This is a story about ambushes and captures, alliances and whispered words, love and war. This is their story. 

Block B: Almost nothing is known about them. Only the streetlord's name, Zico, and his bright, ice-colored eyes. None has stumbled across a member, at least, none that have lived. They are careful but deadly, never leaving the job unfinished. 

Super Junior: The most known group in the gangs to the outside world, lead by the famous Hyukjae. Kids are told to steer clear, to fear the name, Hyukjae. His wanted posters pasted all over The City, far from anonymous. They are determined to gain the upper hand in this war. They have the largest reputation, and therefore have more to lose. 

Exo: A new gang, but lethal. The streetlord is in hiding. The other member's names are clear, known, but the ruler is a mystery to everyone. They have nothing to lose, and are more dangerous for it, although they are young. 

These are dangerous people. They are physically, at least, capable of almost anything. But they are not horrible people. They are not soulless. They are simply people who have stumbled on rough times, and have found a life within the streets. Street life is survival. Weakness means death, and so they are taught not to be weak. They have hearts. They love. They are just people. But they lead a hard life, and they must be strong.