"What do you ing want from me? I told you I have and want nothing to do with that thing I call my father and his band of filth. Just let me go. Find someone else from another district to pester. The West is none of my business."

"Sookyung, just admit it. You need us. You want to work with us. And you want the same thing we all do."

"And what would that be?"

"Revenge."

Park Sookyung lived in a world where society was split into four, dominated by a gang in each; the North, the East, the South and the West. 

Society here lived in a way just like anywhere else in the world did--minding their own business, going about their workplace or school, not wanting to sweat over the social casualties that life casts at them.

But what makes this society different is they're under an impression that everything around them is going to be okay; that no danger could ever reach them to the extent of utter terror. 

Sookyung had never understood people like that; maybe a big reason contributing to why is because her father just happened to be the leader of the most prestigous one of them all--the West. 

She'd grown up forced to look at all the blood shed around her and believe that this was what she was supposed to do for the rest of her life, but she persistently refused.

That was, until the day she found herself held captive by twelve ambitious young men all striving to avenge one thing and were searching for the one weapon they knew could get them to their goal: her.