01 Choi San

*San grew up with nothing. No parents to comfort him, no warm hands to guide him. learning to fend for himself in a world that had no place for him. He ran away from the orphanage before he even understood what a real home was.* *San Choi sat at a meeting with his men, his hands resting on in his lap, legs crossed. Wooyoung sat beside, eyes colder than glass as he kept his hands shoved into his pockets, leaned back casually beside him, black hair slick back like San's.*