I was born in Korea, or so I've heard. My father? I had no idea who he was, and as for my mother? She used to be a e or something that ended up knocked up. She was American. So as you can see, I'm half American, half Korean. I didn't know my whole story until my father found me at the orphanage I had been living in the USA. It was American/Korean, so I spoke both languages fluently. Lucky for me, and I guess my father. But really? He only wanted me so he could marry me off for the good of his company. But then, I fell in love with him... some guy at my new school in Korea...