Seonghwa does what his instincts tell him to do first; he kills off the ignition of his car - wouldn't want anyone to steal it while they're out chasing the mugger. He motions to San and the latter nods his head, understanding between them passed without any verbal communication. San is out of the car, and he returns his gaze to the side mirror, following every step the mugger puts down on the pavement as he bolts with the purse.

The mugger's strides are getting bigger, his body language more frantic as the old lady has started to cry out for help from others. Looks like he still doesn't realize that there is already a car stopped by the road, simply waiting for him to get closer, so that the driver can get a good aim. Distance shortened to five metres, then four, three, two... one metre and his eyes are still focused on the far point, completely oblivious to the car door that has been cracked open slightly.

Seonghwa grips the door handle, sucking in a deep breath as he extends his arm, widening the car door - the mugger doesn't have the opportunity to slow himself down as he plants facefirst into the window of the car door, bumping with such force that the driver is surprised the door is still holding on to its hinges. The latter bounces back onto the pavement, slapping a hand onto his bruised forehead, but still, he doesn't let go of his loot. He scoots back to get away from Seonghwa's one foot outside, then scrambles to get back up. Instead of his original direction, he makes off to the opposite one, opening big steps towards the old lady tended by San.

"Tsk, I'm going to make him pay for ruining my car," Seonghwa mutters before increasing his voice, "Choi San, get his ass back here before I do!"

San, holding on to the old lady who is sitting on the ground, does a salute to him. "Yes sir!" he shouts as the mugger, who is screaming like a madman, zips past them. Ways to not attract public attention, lesson one. He lets go of the old lady, saying that Seonghwa will come over to attend and help her. Then he heaves himself up, tucks a piece of stray hair behind his ear and exhales. From afar, he sees the mugger has already crossed the road, putting his life on the line as a few vehicles slam their breaks in an effort to avoid running over him. Blares of horns fill the air, blending in with the morning chirps of birds and wisps of fog enveloping the concrete buildings.

He doesn't go towards the mugger blindly; he crosses the road first then he dives into an alley, making guesses on where the mugger is heading based on the layout of the district. They are located at a small district that boasts an array of nondescript alleys, a perfect place to hide a body - either your own or someone else's. Stray cats and dogs look for food in the dumpsters, working in perfect harmony as they scavenge for some bite. Rats scurry past making sounds that grind his gears. He is used to the stench wafting in the air that he wonders whether he still has his olfactory nerves or maybe he has grown to get accustomed to it. He tries to remember every nook and cranny of the district, wishing to himself that he has the contact lens Yeosang developed for them, able to project a screen in front of them as a guide.

He hears the unmistakeable sound of the mugger's voice shouting in pain followed by something metal rolling on the asphalt road; he guesses that he has bumped into a metal trashcan on the alley next to the one he's at. Looking around to make sure that he's alone and that nobody will witness what he's about to do, he uses a ground floor's window ledge as leverage before jumping up and catching the emergency ladder of the second floor flat. He works his way up quickly, already running across the roof of the three-storey building before he even manages to take another round of breath.

"And I thought today would be just a normal day of pulling hair and grabbing groceries," he complains to no one in particular.

He looks once down and prays to the skies once before jumping off the building, fixing his position mid-air to minimize the impact as he slides down on the awning roof of a small pizza parlour. He takes both the customers under the awning and the mugger by surprise; a teenage girl gasps, drops her pizza slice as he slides downwards and lands a satisfying roundhouse kick on the mugger's face. He bends down to pick up the purse, shakes his head before waving a hand to the customers at the restaurant, saying that he's only dealing with a thief. They return to their food cautiously, eyeing them from the corner of their eyes.

With the thief sprawled on the ground, he pokes a finger to see whether he's still conscious and when he stirs, he says darkly, "Do you want to follow quietly, or do you want me to make you follow?"

"I'll follow, I'll follow," he says with a voice too slow that San thinks he is only hallucinating as he hears those words.

"Say it louder, I can't hear you."

"I'LL FOLLOW!" he lashes out, but shrinks back into his nonexistent shell when San glares at him. "I'll follow," he says meekly. "I'll apologize."

"Stealing from a poor old lady is not cool."

He nudges the thief with his foot, asking him to stand up. When he's taking too long, he grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up straight and he loops an arm around the thief's neck, smiling at passers by. If someone knows no better, they look like two best friends on a trip to get some ice cream. In reality, San has two fingers poked at the side of the thief's waist as a warning and a death grip on him so that he will not run away again.

They go back to to where they started; Seonghwa is fussing over the old lady, who is still shaken and can't seem to find the energy to stand back up. He looks concerned as he helps to gather her fallen groceries, putting a hand on her back as he asks over and over again to the lady whether she's fine. She says she is, but he finds her answer unsatisfactory so he stays crouching beside her. He looks up when he catches sight of the younger and the thief, with San bringing him along with a smile on his face.

"I caught him!" he says gleefully, like a child showing a drawing he made at school that had gotten an A to his parents. He presents the man to them, pushing him roughly so that he is forced to kneel, an apologetic stance at the ready. "Apologize to the lady, but don't think you'll get away with this."

They have garnered attention, people stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. A young woman among the crowd on the other side of the road, stops for a moment to see what the fuss is all about. But as she glimpses at her watch, she hisses something about being late for her job interview. She is wearing formal attire; a striped soft pink shirt topped with a black suit jacket and paired with a black pencil skirt. In the rush she trips over the uneven tiles of the pavement, shouts as she falls forward, bracing her fall with outstretched arms.

All attention turn to her, and it brings her to another level of embarrassment as she feels the breeze running up her legs - her skirt is torn. She's late for her job interview and her skirt is freaking torn. The day has barely started and she's already feeling like she wants to bury her head in hot sand. Maybe dig a whole grave for herself while she's at it.

Seonghwa and San see the scene and their mouths automatically drop, blush creeping up on them as they catch a glimpse of what they're not supposed to. The older clears his throat first as he looks away, while the younger holds on to the thief firmer when he tries to take the distraction as a chance to get away.

"Are we- uh- supposed- to help her?" San asks, distracted. He tries to avoid looking at the woman directly, who is desperately trying to cover up her skin from wild oglers.

"Maybe-" Seonghwa starts to reply but stops when the woman stands up immediately, gripping her hands around the gap to secure it and makes a dash for it. She takes off her high heels and thumps her feet on the hot pavement, quickly disappearing from view. "Well then, there she goes. I guess our district just happen to have a lot of... eccentric people."

They turn back to their original attraction; the old lady and the mugger. The mugger is still kneeling, the morning heat already burning his kneecaps through the thin jeans he's gotten from stealing from someone's clothesline a few years ago. His body trembles from head to toe, this is definitely not the first time he has been caught for stealing, but his previous captors were nothing compared to these two, who are staring down at him like they want to swallow him whole. The two people seem more menacing... more dangerous. They look like they're not playing around - that they would definitely make him go through hell if he takes a wrong step.

"You better apologize sincerely in five seconds. I don't have much time because all the frozen products will start to go bad when it's out of the freezer for too long," Seonghwa says as he glances at his watch. "Five... four... three..."

"I'm sorry!" he bows, laying his palms flat on the pavement and putting his bruised forehead against the back of his hands. "I never intended to hurt the old lady but I just needed quick money." He starts to sob. He does it for a few more minutes until the old lady taps a hand on his shoulder, asking him to straighten his back.

Seonghwa and San look on, arms crossed.

"It's fine, but please don't do that again." The old lady places a trembling hand on the thief's shoulder. "Find a job, do something, but don't hurt people. What if you steal from someone more dangerous, someone that could kill you? Then your life will be wasted because of that. Just go."

The two men look at each other, confused.

"You're just going to let him go? But he stole your purse and ran away with it. What if you tumbled onto the road when he knocked you over? That could be dangerous," San protests.

The old lady smiles, but a sad tinge appears in her eyes. "It's fine, he's just a young man with bad choices. Just let him go."

"We can bring him to the police station."

The old lady shakes her head, firm. "No, let him go."

In the foiled attempt to persuade her to turn the thief in, San releases a shaky breath and licks his lips. "Fine, but I won't let him go without a warning."

"You're going to do that, aren't you?" Seonghwa asks. Before he manages to get a confirmation from San, he quickly turns to the old lady. "Mrs, I'll bring you to my car and we can bring you home. I don't think you would want to see this." He helps the lady to stand up and carries her groceries, guides her to the car before throwing a worried look over his shoulder to San.

"Don't worry, I'll get it over quickly." San waves at the two as Seonghwa helps the old lady to get into the car.

"Oh my, what is he going to do the young man?" the old lady relays. "He's not going to do anything bad or hurt him is he?"

Seonghwa grimaces as he shuts the back door, and climbs into the driver seat. He doesn't know what to answer, but he tries anyway. "It's just... he's going to do something that he won't be able to forget in his lifetime. Well, that's considering if he doesn't lose his memories." He sinks back into his plush seat, not wanting to see what San is doing through the side mirror. "I know I couldn't forget it."

Over at the pavement, with the thief still crouching, San rolls his shoulders and he cracks his knuckles before smiling mischiveously. "This is probably going to hurt a little, but treat it as a little warning not to steal again, yeah?"

"What- what are you going to do?"

San curls his fingers and aims for the man's forehead, and in a split second, the man howls and doubles over, the margin of the bruise on his forehead expanding. San blows at the tip of his fingers like he just finished shooting out a bullet, then he spreads his fingers in an attempt of a wave. "Finger-flicking. I'm the master, remember that. Well, if you can still remember."