"Being an orphan, doesn't automatically categorize me as unrefined, you mongrel."
M/n is apart of the lives of Kingsley Kwan and Donald Na.
Join M/n as he is involved with the Union, and a spark in the story.
(None of the fan art is not mine, and W...
Trigger warning: Violent scenes such as fighting, vulgar language, and abuse. If you are not okay with scenes of violence, abuse or vulgar language, then please do not continue on with the story.
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𝕄/𝕟 ℙ𝕆𝕍 ∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ As I intercept back to the orphanage, a slum of housing. I expect a beating from familiarity, its location in close proximity to the few local convenience stores that linger about, stand in view.
I yield an umbrella for no absolute reason as it had no external use on this dry, and monotonous night.
A book in my arms, PJO to be exact, no expression on my face.
As I trail tedious enough not to call the action of the mob up ahead.
I site a glimpse of a familiar silhouette.
If one were to gaze closely from afar, they would catch sight of the ghastly school uniform, known as Hyeongshin high.
At that, the next objective that seized my awareness, was Ben Park, whom had arisen from the corner, speeding to aid contribution to the jumping of the two Eunjang students.
One with ebony hair, shaved at the sides, and wide scar across the nose; Alex Go. The other boy with yellow long hair in a ponytail, and attired in all black.
Despite the differences, both all the while, beaten black and blue, held by the abuser; Forrest Lee.
As Ben Park, a force of anger on a rampage; control was no longer of avail, no doubt because of Alex Go.
