Neon lights. Smoke. Music. Screaming. Rain. Bonfires. Roaring engines. This. This was his city. The city he wished he could abandon. He kept his head down as he roamed the nighttime world of Seoul. A world he knew all too well. "Keep your head down, Lee. You don't understand what these people can do. The things they will destroy. And you... you're fragile. You're destroyable," Jong-Hoon had said. He had been named as the victim, but it was contradictory to who he really was. He was Lee Taeyong. Leader. Killer. Vigilante.