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Mari turned the corner of the hallway, slipping inside of the administration office without anyone noticing her. Though she cursed at herself for being subconsciously cautious of what was around her, nothing at the school could truly hurt. What bad could really happen? Someone started bullying her?  She was raised too well to let anyone so weak try to take advantage of her. She just had to learn when she could turn her little habits on and off.

In the office, everyone was at work. There was a man typing away at the front desk, glancing up every so often to make sure he wasn't ignoring anyone. Behind him was a duo gossiping about their students, sharing what seemed like grades and judging them based on what a computer thought of them. Every so often a teacher would pass by the door near the back, papers in hand and dashing back to their classroom as fast as they could. The administration office was much more busy than she originally thought it was.

The adult at the front desk took a double take at Mari, almost shocked a student was in the office. He stopped all the work he was doing and pushed his revolving chair over to her. "Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes." He spoke, leaning up against the desk to face her. "I haven't seen a student genuinely come in here to not beg for answers to an exam in quite a few months now! You aren't in here for that... right?" The man questioned her, his eyes wide and innocent as he forced an answer out of her.

"Right... I'm here for a detention form." She told him and he nodded vigorously. He pushed himself in the revolving chair as he searched the drawers for the papers, frowning as he looked around. Mari watched as he rolled around the front office frantically in search of the papers he was supposed to be keeping track of. It seemed like he had lost them, and that meant Mari would probably be free to go. "Oh, if you can't find them, then that's okay. I was given detention for a really unfair reason anyways," She spoke, trying to ease him on to her side with a lie.

The man looked up curiously, the look in his eyes presenting her the need to know more. Mari smiled innocently at him as she rested her head in her hands. "My teacher is truly mean... she's isolating me out from everyone else and treating me worse than the others. All because I can't do the work as fast as everyone else. She gave me detention because of it! I have proof!" She was lying straight through her teeth, but the man was taking it as truth. Why would a young girl lie about being bullied by her teacher anyways?

"Seo Mari?" She turned around at the mentioning of her name, the slick smile on her face slowly dropping at the sight behind her. Walking through the glass doors was a man in a suit, adjusting the cuffs of his blazer and discarding the burnt out cigarette into the trash. The teachers who spotted the action scowled, getting ready to scold him on how he shouldn't be smoking and bring such objects around the students. He shrugged them off though, ambling towards her as he oozed with confidence.

Behind him was a boy she almost didn't notice, he hadn't made a noise since he had entered the office. His eyes could turn someone to stone as if he was Medusa, scanning the room for his next room. He swayed on his heels, his hands deep in his pockets with a gold chain dangling above his black shirt. He side eyed Mari as she spotted the sight of a compass tattoo on his neck. She knew exactly who it was once she saw his stone cold eyes and the red birthmark on his cheek. Kang Yeosang, son of the Seo Faction's Consigliere.

What the hell was he doing here? What the hell were both of them doing at her school! "Your father asked us to take you home. He has something... to discuss with you." The Consigliere spoke, very cautious of the words coming out of his mouth. Clearly he was trying to alert her that they were taking her back for a mission she needed to tend to, but why now? She was in the middle of a school day, leaving right now would make her even more behind than she actually was. Plus, she thought her father had agreed to not take her on missions while she was trying to be a good student.

And that's exactly how she ended up in the back of a Rolls-Royce, staring out the window at the scenery flying past them. Unfortunately the consigliere gave her no time to try and retrieve San from his class to come with her. She didn't even get the chance to call Wooyoung about her whereabouts. The two were usually the ones who took her home, walking with her as far as they could on foot before they had to take San to his place first. He knew nothing about her relation to the boss, so he couldn't take her all the way there like Wooyoung could.

So she was stuck in the backseat, sitting next to Yeosang with a nervous fidget. There was a glass window separating the two from the driver and the Consigliere, concealing any sound that might come from the other sides. Mari had wanted to talk to the boy earlier, yes, but not like this. She wanted Wooyoung for back up, to hype her up and get her to talk to the silent son beside her. Yet without her energizer, she didn't even know if she could look at him.

Sure, she knew who he was and all, but that was it. Mari had seen him at a few times at parties that she was forced to go to with her parents, but have never made conversation with him. Why would she when she has Wooyoung with her all the fine. "So, detention, huh?" He suddenly spoke, his eyes in the paper that his father was holding. She inwardly groaned at the sight. How could he have time to take such an insignificant form and not let her call her friends. "I didn't think you were the type to get in trouble to what I had heard and saw."

"I have a rude teacher," She mumbled in response, glancing over at the boy next to her. Yeosang nodded after her answer, fiddling with the chain that hung down his neck. No more words from him then? Or was he waiting for her to explain exactly what happened? He was supposed to become a consigliere once his father resigned (or worse), she'd have to explain her worries and problems to him at one point. "... and the fact that being absent from class is causing my grades to drop and making my attendance look like trash. It's supposed to my punishment for leaving so much of whatever."

He nodded once more, relaxing a bit more now that they were formally speaking to each other. "It's not your fault, you're living a double life. You've gotta keep up with one of them better than the other. You can always use the other side to affect your life in school, you know." Yeosang shrugged, implying for her to use her father's power as the godfather to get her teachers off her back. She rolled her eyes at his secret suggestion, knowing that's not how she wanted to proceed with things.

"I felt compelled to do that earlier, I'm not going to lie," She told him, sending a sharp glare towards him for a few seconds. "However, unlike you who lives lavishly in the obsolete path you've chosen, I want to be somewhat normal. If I have to get through life without using whatever special benefits I have to get there, I will." Mari couldn't help but hiss the words at him, glad that the glass between her and his father was keeping them apart. Who knew how the consigliere would act if he heard the words she was saying to his son.

Though he chuckled, Yeosang chuckled at her words. "You're funny, you know." Confusion played on her face at his statement, not understanding what he meant. Who knew what was going through that boy's head to be honest. A sudden smile played on his face as he rested his head on the window, holding the chain on his neck tightly in his grasp. "Wooyoung told me you came looking for me earlier today. Of course, as you can tell, the yakuza doesn't wait for anyone. He said you wanted me to help you with something?"

Mari blinked a few times as she let his words sink in. "That boy," she laughed, sitting back in the seat with a smile on his face. The kid didn't go to school, completely dropped out after his first semester of high school as a freshman. Of course he'd go find Yeosang for himself, he didn't have anything else to do if he was free for the day. "He's right. Since you're going to be my consigliere one day, I need your advise. Like literally advise, it's about my father and his rules. You ready to help?"

"I'm all ears," Yeosang responded, leaning over the armrest to make sure he gets all the details. Before she could even say anything, the door to the car suddenly opened up. The two turned to see the Consigliere standing their with an expectant look on his face, mentally urging them out of the car. "Right," He said, unbuckling his seatbelt and slipping out of the car almost immediately. Mari followed after, almost tumbling out due to her carelessness.

She stood up almost immediately, dusting herself off as quickly as she could as she rounded back to the two men. The driver closed the door behind her while the Consigliere handed her the paper in his hands. "Give this to your mother," He stayed specifically, causing her to groan in frustration. "This detention puts a halt to our plans tomorrow, I need to know what your mother would like to do about it." She nodded her head in response, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his words.

Of course he'd ask her to hand it over to her mother, she cared more about her school life than her father did. Anything school related cake up to her, she'd make sure that Mari did as the school asked. They were paying a lot for the private school they were sending her to and her mother wanted her to maintain a somewhat normal school life given her situation. She could only hope that the woman wasn't here and she could just hand it off to her father. He'd probably discard of it faster than he could a Kim Faction member.

"Come by at some point with Wooyoung," Yeosang whispered to her, making sure his father couldn't hear him. "I'll help you when you have time, alright?" She gave him a quick thumbs up, scrambling away from the Consigliere and his son. She could feel the man's eyes burning into her skull as if he could tell she was plotting something behind her father's back. Clearly he didn't want his son to be involved in any of her antics either, but what could he do about it? Teenagers like to team up to get their way.

Once she has entered the manor, she was greeted by those grand stairs of hers that she had chased Wooyoung on. She could hear the faint noise of a conversation between two adults, which was pretty loud if she could hear them from the door. Mari huffed as she closed the door behind her, knowing that her parents were probably together. "This detention thing is seeming more unavoidable the closer I get to them." She mumbled, slowly walking up the stairs to try and delay her pending doom.

Though it seemed to have caught up with her first. Out the hallway stepped her mother, turning around to repeat something back to whoever was speaking to her. Mari got ready to run the other way, trying her best to not tumble but still rush down the stairs. "Mari?" Her mother called her just as she got down the last step. She hissed curses under her breath as she slowly turned around, holding the paper behind her back in an attempt to hide it.

She weakly smiled as her mother came to running towards her, wrapping her in the warmest hug she's ever received. And that's saying a lot, Mari is friends with Wooyoung. "I didn't think I'd get to see you till tomorrow night! Why are you here so early?" Her mother asked her, stepping back a little bit before she suffocated her daughter to death. Of course her mother would be in and out of the house, just because she's married to a mafia man didn't mean she was going to avoid it. She worked as a dealer, traveling around the world in search of other underground organizations and associates to become allies with.

"The consigliere and his son came by, almost revealed themselves as to who they were in the administration office," Mari said, rolling her eyes at the thought of what they did. "However, they said I was needed? So they brought me all the way here, didn't even let me tell San I was gone." She made her voice purposely dramatic, jokingly trying to get the Consigliere in trouble. Her mother laughed in response, turning to walk up the stairs and urging her to follow after.

"I see, I'll be sure to make sure the Consigliere never does it again." She reassured her before holding a folded piece of paper in the air. Mari blinked a couple of times at it, before realizing that the detention form wasn't in her hands. She opened her mouth to protest but her mother simply smiled as she opened it up, walking up the stairs carelessly as she read it. Of course she was going to find out somehow, it was probably the main reason her mother had hugged her in the first place. "What...? Is this...?"

She covered her face with her hands, turning away from her mother. "Detention... I've missed too many days, even if they're excused. So my teacher is punishing me to teach me a lesson on keeping up with my responsibilities as a senior. In this case it's... getting to school daily." Mari explained, lowering her hands from her face to give her mother an awkward smile. "But you're totally going to disregard that right? We've got more important things to do than pay attention to some silly detention!"

She hit her head on the desk, immediately jerking back in pain when she has realized what she had done. She was stuck in an almost empty classroom, kicking her legs furiously as she waited for time to pass. Her mother made her go to the detention, she had signed the form herself and everything. Her father wasn't very pleased with the outcome, wanting to send Mari on a mission that day. However, somehow his wife had convinced him otherwise, probably because he couldn't resist her please and caved into anything she wanted.

They sent San in her place, a perfect substitute for the mission but still. He was out there doing his thing and she was stuck being watched by an old man who would scowl at every moment she made. The girl didn't even have any other students in the room with her, she was the only one there. Either they didn't care about school, got out of it thanks to their parents' persuasion, or her teacher truly gave her detention because she didn't like her. "Curse my mom for actually trying to make me experience a normal life."

"Quiet!" The old man yelled from the back of the classroom. She turned around with an annoyed expression on her face, she wasn't even that loud. The man was just petty he had to stay after school to watch after her. Either that or he didn't like teenagers in general. He narrowed his eyes at her as he practically spat at her," What do you think you're doing? Turn around and stay that way! Kids these days don't know how to act."

"Okay! That's enough of that." She yelled, slamming her hands on the desk. It startled the man behind her, making him jump at her sudden movements. She glanced around the classroom, unable to spot any security cameras but knowing they were there. Did she want to even try anything at the expensive of being caught immediately? But then again, did she want to stay in this classroom for any longer? Didn't think so. "What happens if I leave out of here before my time is up?" She asked him, turning to face the old man watching her.

His hands took as he held onto the desk, still nerved by her sudden aggression and movements. "Depends on the severity. If you leave now I'm almost sure you'll get suspended or an even longer time in detention. Perhaps in and after school detention?" He answered, judging her and her questions. Mari nodded as she listened to his words, debating on what to do next. Her eyes looked the man up and down, trying to determine how much energy he might have left in him for being an old man.

"That's enough for me!" She concluded before dashing towards the desk and snatching up the keys to the classroom the two were in. The man seat shocked at her sudden actions as she crashed info a few desks while trying to maneuver through them. The girl flew through the door like a bullet, taking a quick moment to regain her breath. The old man got out of his chair, trying to chase after her to bring her back but he didn't even get the chance. She stood up and grabbed the door handle, slamming it closed and keeping it there.

"Open this door right now!" The man yelled at her, hitting his fist on the door as hard as he could. She ignored him as she scrambled to get them right into the lock, twisting it and making sure it was closed for good. She stepped back with the keys in hand, watching him struggle to get the door open now that it was locked. "Open the door right now before I call security on you! This... is theft! And it's holding a person hostage!" He complained, pulling hard on the door in an attempt to free himself.

She laughed as she threw the keys down the hallway, pulling out her phone to take a picture of the situation he was in. "Sorry sir, I've got important things to do today. I'll see you next week, right? Enjoy your weekend! I hope it doesn't get cold in there!" Mari exclaimed as she slipped her phone into her back pocket and began sprinting down the hallway towards the nearest exit. The old man let out a furious hell as she made her getaway, only making her laugh even louder.

"Wait until Wooyoung and San hear about this," she grinned as she spotted double doors down the hallway she was running down. She was almost one hundred percent sure that when one of the teachers found out what she had done, they'd attempt to kick her out. Yet messing with someone who is in an underground criminal organization, the daughter of it nonetheless, would have everything working out in her favor for sure.

She turned her back to the door, pushing it open without her hands as she took out her phone in a desperate attempt to contact Wooyoung. She was ready to get out there, go do something fun with those two friends of hers. Perhaps even go on a mission now that she was free for a few days. Better yet, she could go find Yeosang and finally have some sort of control over her life now. Mari skidded to a stop when she noticed something in front of her, almost crashing into it due to her not paying attention.

She looked up from her phone to see three motorcycles parked in front of her, all three of them being black. Though one of them was lined with red in a few different places, like on its wheels and the brand logo. Mari had heard the deafening sound of motorcycles around her school before, but it never bothered her too much as to where it came from. But now she could see that they definitely belonged to some students that attended the same school as her, and was determined to find out who it was.

Mari dragged her hand across the red lined bike, picking up the helmet in search of the name. She didn't know if bikers put their names on their helmets, but it's worth checking, isn't it? She spotted a name on the outside, hidden by the black coloring of the gear and written in black sharpie no less. She raised her phone to the name, getting ready to flash a light on it to reveal the owner yet was caught off guard. A high pitched scream echoed from behind the school, making her face contort with confusion. "What the hell was that?"

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