Riki

Heeseung, a shorter boy with brown hair and brown eyes, was standing in an alley, trying to hide from the chaos. He was watching the violence with a horrified expression on his face.

Heeseung was watching from afar, he was tall, thin and also handsome, he was leaning against a wall, watching the chaos in front of him with a cold look in his eyes.

Heeseung was standing in the middle of a street, watching the chaos unfold. He was still in his casual clothes, a black hoodie and some ripped jeans, his hands in his pockets.