It’s a common way to keep clean, out of trouble, “keep your head down” they say. When Jin started working a the new Michelin star restaurant on browadway he saw it as a fresh start. There was no there he could’ve had any remote connection to back home. There was simply white uniforms, clean knives, and fresh countertop.

Upon prepping for the evening bussle, Jin was sharpening his collection when his mind began to wander. He could still hear the screams of men from years past, the sounds of bones snapping and flesh ripping. Tumultous animosity upon innocent men all for the sake of benefiting The Family.

Upon sharpening Jin accidentally cut himself, blood rushing out his thumb in a virtitous display. Most men would’ve grabbed a cloth and stopped it, Jin wanted to watch as it poured until there was nothing left. He saw the cut as filling a void that may forever stay open.