“Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside.”

1959, Seoul.

The war is over, but peace is a lie whispered between burning cigarettes and flickering neon. The streets are rebuilding, but the shadows never stopped bleeding.

In the underworld of a city reborn in ash, one man walks untouched—Yoongi. Rich, unreadable, and rumored to be mad, he wears silence like armor and violence like perfume. No one really knows what he does, but bodies follow him like smoke.

You? You're just supposed to take the pictures. A dusty old camera, a full tank of gas, and a single rule: Never ask questions.