No, Cleveland is a disaster.
Cleveland will fall within five minutes of the zombie apocalypse.
The zombie apocalypse won’t even be happening in Cleveland and the whole city will be on fire.
Even the river.
Trying to explain Ohio to my fiance, who has never been, and-god help me- never will.
It’s 1970′s Florida and the most wicked cartel on the eastern seaboard is at the peak of crime and thievery. Each member designed to execute exactly what they’re meant to - each a cog inside
Byun Baekhyun’s well-oiled machine. Every king needs a court though; a worthy entourage to ensure his continued power. In order to deal the cleanest product, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.
Byun Baekhyun, The Head. Smooth, meticulous, nary a
word or hair out of place. Holds nothing dearer than the empire he built with
his own two hands - except for the one woman who could bring it all crashing
Kim Minseok, The Pimp. Anything you need done -
and done right - you go to Minseok. His hands are everywhere, he knows
everything and he’s often the first face you see in the cartel. He also might
be your last.
Kim Jongin, The Diversion. Charm, wit and the face of
an angel. Jongin is a man eyes can’t help but be drawn towards. He’ll flirt,
he’ll smile - all while quietly robbing you blind. Fond of racing, women and
loose morals - you know where there’s Jongin, Yixing can’t be too far behind.
Zhang Yixing, The Eyes. When asked why he likes the dark so much, he just says that he does. Simple. Really, it’s because it’s easy to forget your rules when you think no one is watching, or remembering you in the morning but he’s seen you. He’s seen you and, oh - does he remember all your secrets.
Oh Sehun, The Greaser. Better at fixing cars than
people, Sehun is the man to know when your vehicle needs to be at the top
of its game. Full of sarcastic remarks, random car facts and long gazes - he’s
usually found elbow-deep in a machine, a dirty rag tucked into his back pocket.
You need a car that’s fast, sexy and damn-near impossible to catch? Oh Sehun’s
got you covered.
Do Kyungsoo, The Fed. Because every respectable
cartel needs an inside man. He can bust the operation in a matter of minutes,
but when the price is right you’ll find a significant amount of evidence lost.
The FBI agent with a promising future, only to be dragged down for the sake of
his family. But let’s not judge him too hard - a man’s got to eat, after all.
Park Chanyeol, The Bruiser.
If his name doesn’t strike
fear into your heart, you haven’t had the chance to meet him face to face. As
the muscle of the operations, Chanyeol has one job and one job only: protect
Byun Baekhyun. No one so much as looks at the Head without Chanyeol saying so.
Kim Junmyeon, The Cleaner. In a group as hot-headed as
this, it’s easy for members to forget themselves and leave a trail. Junmyeon is
one who makes their problems disappear, who erases them to nothing more
than lemon and bleach. When a member wakes up on a boat, stranded with only a
snowshoe crab for company - who’s the man that they call? Junmyeon.
Kim Jongdae, The Money. Years ago, Jongdae was just
another analyst on Wall Street. These days, it’s rare to see him without his
Bugatti or penthouse view. In charge of the numbers, analysis and all things
paper - Jongdae is the one who protects their funds. Just in case this life of
crime should ever come crashing down around them.