"I wish." Minjun sighed and leaned back against the couch, stretching his legs out before they could fall asleep. "My friends are caught up in it. They contacted me, they want me back. There's gonna be war, but they got nothing to fight for without me."

It was a fucked up situation. Especially... "My uncle had a son. Kangwoo. I never met him, but he would have been like... Two? Three? And I thought he'd died, everyone did, but apparently that wasn't true. And no one knows where he is now, he might have been killed or kidnapped or whatever. Maybe they will negotiate with me, whoever it is. He's a baby, you know?"