It's been a minute, hasn't it? I feel like I owe at least a bit of an explanation, and an apology for disappearing so suddenly. I really am sorry. It's weighed on me for a while.

One, life got hard. Two, though wh...

— We'll know your worth.

When the sun goes down, Jongho's one hell of a speedster: a rookie in the street racing scene, yet notoriously formidable. Laid-back in his day-to-day, racing is how he satisfies ...

— Spreading over the gray city.

If Seonghwa wasn't already disillusioned with this world, then another one spilling over into it is sure to do the job. The city is crawling with otherworldly mons...

— A bell ringing.

Raised by cutthroats, Hongjoong learned quick that the only law worth a damn in the desert is loyalty. The town knows him by the band of misfits at his heels: lost, desperate, and damned...

— I'm on your side.

Awkward and eager to please, Mingi runs the local record store—which, for the record (no pun intended), was not his original plan, but he's taken to the job quickly nonetheless. It's b...

— Give 'em whiplash.

Wooyoung was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The middle child and self-proclaimed favorite of the Jung crime family's kingpin, Wooyoung is a too-proud man who isn't much for ge...

— You color this place.

The veil between dimensions is thin in Roseport, and Seonghwa is just a simple florist. Or... as simple as it gets, anyways. The thing about people lost between worlds is that they...