1987 was the year that Seoul, Korea claimed itself as the birthplace of Soo Yun Min Hee Kim, sole daughter of the notorious Keonkwai-Kim mafia’s lead Jopok Young Jae Kim. Young Jae Kim was raised by exceedingly strict, conservative parents, who taught him the value of hard work at an early age. Young Jae inherited his business savvy mindset from his father, transforming that knowledge and skill into something…incredible – an enormous, widespread business-oriented empire with a myriad of the fiercest, deadliest, most-feared, and highly-skilled criminals of Seoul. Naturally, Young Jae had many an enemy. An innumerable amount of people yearned for the shedding of his blood; for his death. For his downfall. It was a dog eat dog underworld of ruthless and savage competition.

Myung-Ki Chung.
The one individual who dedicated his life, his entire being, to planning Young Jae’s demise. His heart was consumed with utter hatred and disgust for Young Jae ever since the Jopok leader stole Myung-Ki’s only source of happiness from him – the love of his life. Eun Ae. The beautiful bird caged without a key. A hero she required to set her free.

She was indeed beautiful; daughter of the Chief of a Brigade Liaison Team, responsible for developing and maintaining working relationships with key officials within the Republic of Korea (ROK), in the department of army intelligence and security command. Her fiancé at the time, Myung-Ki, was a Jopok of a crime organization that, at the time, was an enemy of the Keonkwai-Kim. Myung-Ki treated Eun Ae as more of a trophy than an actual companion, and she became depressed as a result – feeling trapped and in fear of him and the power his mob possessed. It was at a restaurant that the miserable beauty met Young Jae. Young Jae approached her and, well…the rest was history. The two fell in love, had a secret affair, and eventually Eun Ae built up the courage to leave Myung-Ki and run away with her new beau. It would not be for another decade that the lovebirds would see the consequences of their actions.

12 years passed.
No word from or sign of Myung-Ki.
The Keonkwai-Kim mafia had grown to be the most powerful, most feared organization in all of Seoul, of which Young Jae was still reigning triumphantly as the lead Jopok. Young Jae and his wife, Eun Ae, had been married now for nearly a decade, and Eun Ae had given birth to the couple’s sole daughter; Soo Yun Min Hee.

“She’s beautiful,” they said…
“Just like a doll,” they said…

Soo Yun was undeniably beautiful; a sweet child diagnosed with muteness at the age of 3. She was often referred to as The Doll for her physical attractiveness and inability to speak. It was suggested to Soo Yun’s parents that she received psychotherapy and/or physical therapy to rid her of the muteness. Her father held her face in the palm of his hands and locked eyes with his daughter. “Do not allow anyone to force your tongue. The more you speak, the more you give yourself away. Remember that,” he told her. Young Jae gave his daughter any and everything she could possibly want, and the little girl was content; the princess of a deadly empire. Daddy’s little girl. In her world, she knew nothing but happiness; happiness, comfort. Love.

Sanity.

It was a Friday night. Soo Yun’s 9th birthday. The little princess and her parents were getting ready to head out in celebration of the day. They were going to dinner. It was raining outside. The steady pitter-patter of the drops could be heard faintly against the glass of the windows. The three had dinner reservations and were running late. Soo Yun was in her room wrapping a ribbon around her crown. Young Jae decided to head out to start the car while Eun Ae tried to hurry the birthday girl.

There was a bang.
One that resounded throughout the hallways of the mansion in which they lived, startling Soo Yun and her mother. Eun Ae came running down the stairs to find the source of the noise, only to stop dead in her tracks and have the color fade from her skin. There was Myung-Ki – shotgun in hand with Young Jae bleeding to death on the floor. That wasn’t all, however. Myung-Ki had brought with him 10 ruthless henchmen to aid him in his plans for the. While 5 of them went after and captured Eun Ae, the other 5 took Young Jae. The two were dragged into their daughter’s room. Luckily, Soo Yun had heard her parents’ screams and the shouting from Myung-Ki and his crew, and had hid under her bed before they came into the room. Young Jae was tied to a chair while each member of Myung-Ki’s posse – including himself – raped Eun Ae savagely. They completely degraded her, spewing out both their semen and urine onto her. Myung-Ki then proceeded to beat Eun Ae mercilessly until she was left a bloodied pulp.

“These are the consequences of your actions,” Myung-Ki stated to Young Jae. “You did this to yourself.” Words spoken so coldly that the temperature in the room seemed to literally drop. Soo Yun could have sworn she saw the warm cloud of her breath against the air. “You should never have followed this miserable fool,” Myung-Ki told Eun Ae. “You took your beauty away.” He reloaded his shotgun and pointed it at close-rang to the front of Eun Ae’s face. “Now no one will ever see it again.” …Thing seemed to slow down for a moment. Eun Ae turned her head in her hidden daughter’s direction. Their gaze connected. A single tear fell from Eun Ae’s eye. And then…

BANG.

Eun Ae was dead. Her face…completely blown away – some remnants of it having spurted onto Soo Yun’s face. Blood. Flesh. A river of blood flowed from Eun Ae’s head, and it ran underneath the bed, touching Soo Yun’s fingertips before she crept away from her mother’s corpse. Myung-Ki picked up Eun Ae’s body and proceeded to waltz with it, adding an excessive amount of insult to injury. Young Jae lowered his head and sobbed. “What is that, Young Jae? You are crying?! Here,” said Myung-Ki, and he threw Eun Ae’s corpse at the tied up Young Jae. “You can have her back.” Eun Ae’s dead body slumped to the floor. Myung-Ki sauntered over to Young Jae, and looked him square in the eyes. “My heart was ripped out the day you stole her away from me,” said Myung-Ki – his tone bitter. Rough. Acidic. “And now you will feel what I felt.” He snapped his fingers. One of his henchmen stepped forward and handed him a carving knife. He leaned forward, leaving about a foot-worth of distance between himself of Young Jae as he pointed the knife at Young Jae’s heart, his cold stare locked onto Young Jae’s glossy hues. “Eye for an eye,” Myung-Ki stated, and then jabbed the blade deep into Young Jae’s heart. “Or should I say…heart for a heart.” With that, he thrust the knife repeatedly – twisting and prodding until finally… Myung-Ki took a step back. There was something in his hands. It was… it was a heart. Myung-Ki had carved the now dead, head-hanging, and profusely-bleeding Young Jae’s heart out and was clutching it in his hands. He held it in the air and screamed as he furrowed his browline. It'd stopped raining. Myung-Ki and his crew set fire to the mansion, but Soo Yun managed to escape.

6 months passed.
26 weeks.
182 days.
4, 380 hours.
262, 800 minutes.
15, 768, 000 seconds.

It was then that Soo Yun found Myung-Ki and disguised herself as a child prostitute, hiding a carving knife under her skirt, and she stabbed him repeatedly – in the eyes, in the throat, in his cheeks, in his forehead. He screamed out in pain, and she bit out his tongue, before finally carving out his heart and pinning it to the wall with the knife. She walked out a bloodied mess.

Two years later, she came back and slaughtered the henchmen that’d raped her mother.

That was an even bloodier mess.

“Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked..."

After Myung-Ki’s death, Soo Yun began to train with a 9th degree master of Karate. She underwent daily training. It was during that training that she also learned to master Krav Maga - an eclectic hand-to-hand combat system originally developed in Israel. She was taught the proper and most efficient utilization of a variety of blades, guns, and received gymnastics training all throughout her adolescence. The Keonkwai-Kim generals had taken Soo Yun under their wing after her parents’ death, transforming her into a lethal weapon in human form. A professional killer. The death of her parents and bloodshed by her own hands having taken place at an early age resulted in nearly a decade’s worth of psychiatric treatment as well as psychotherapy (she was diagnosed with Sadomasochism, Dissocial Personality Disorder, and Cyclothymia. It was no use. Her soul was far too broken.

Now 22 years of age, Soo Yun Kim has taken over the Keonkwai-Kim, reigning supreme and in control of the still most-feared league of Jopoks Seoul had ever seen. She still carries with her the nickname The Doll – a moniker that, if mentioned in Seoul, sends shivers down one’s spine and sends the hair on the back of one’s neck standing straight up. It is a wonder as to what path fate will lead the young femme fatale down next. One thing is certain; It would be wise to stay out of her way.