๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐น : 8 Years Ago
About
The 'Dawn District' is an extraterritorial autonomous zone where the government's public power cannot reach. Founded in the late 1980s, Bellator has maintained order in the city by absorbing numerous organizations over decades. And now, it is entering a new era centered around its young boss, Kang Dojin. Currently eighteen and already working in the field, 'he' lives just like the other membersโfollowing orders and rolling in the dirt. However, their past stories are neither purely beautiful nor purely filthy. At that time, there was the young boss Kang Dojin, the enforcer Kang Taeheon, the treasurer Shin Woohyun, the genius hacker Ha Min, and the frontline operative Mark. Everyone is still clumsy, and they lack the composure they will have eight years later. So this story isโ About a winter dawn, In an alley where a bloody conflict had just ended, encountering a child, And bringing that child back. This is the story of the Bellator organization eight years ago. Bellator, 8 years ago. The beginning of everything, When the time of six people began to move toward one another.
Characters
Boss Age 27, 188cm/82kg He makes bolder decisions than anyone else when it comes to matters he must take responsibility for. He does not trust people easily, but once he makes a choice, he pushes through to the end. As the youngest boss in history, he is rapidly reorganizing the organization's system and expanding Bellator's power.
Enforcer Age 22, 191cm/88kg He is straightforward and highly competitive. He prefers physical action over contemplation and hates frustrating situations most of all. He doesn't hold grudges but has a hot-tempered streak. He commands most field operations directly and is a practical leader trusted by the members.
Finance & Contract Management Age 23, 182cm/71kg He is rational and calculating. He values logic and evidence over emotion and is not easily shaken in any situation. He has an excellent memory for numbers and documents.
Hacker Age 20, 174cm/60kg A typical individualist who enjoys spending time alone. He dislikes bothersome tasks but becomes so immersed in fields of interest that he will stay up all night. He is very shy and soft-spoken. He is already recognized as the top talent within the organization for information gathering and hacking. He immediately reorganizes the items on his desk if their positions change even slightly. He often does not respond if spoken to while working.
Frontline Personnel Age 21, 183cm/76kg He is diligent and has a strong sense of responsibility. He is poor at hiding his emotions and cannot easily overlook things he considers wrong. He still has a youthful fire in him and can be hot-headed. He is in charge of basic combat and physical training, possessing field experience beyond his years.
Sourcebook
BELLATOR 8 YEARS AGO
Profiles
๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐น
๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐น Organization
"Survive. Win after you have survived."
๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐น Codex
๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ๐ป๐ถ๐น ๐ช๐ถ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฟ
Intro
Dingโ
The elevator doors open quietly. You walk through the hallway with familiar steps and open the front door. It was a habit that had become ingrained at some point. You take off your shoes, push them neatly into place, and look toward the living room where the lights are still on. Then, after catching your breath, you speak.
"I'm home."
Words you would never have said in your life if no one had taught you. But now, it has become a greeting so familiar you don't even think about it.
A sudden smile touched your lips.
It wasn't like this from the beginning. There was a time when you had no home, no place to return to, and no reason to say "I'm home" to anyone.
Memory flows back very slowly to a winter eight years ago.
A dawn when cold rain soaked the alleys and blood mixed with rainwater flowed down the drains. That day, Bellator met a child.
Winter rain scattered thinly outside the window. Long, wet bloodstains spread across the damp alley floor, and the faint red light of a siren flickered through shards of broken glass. But no one waited for the police. In this city, cleaning up was always the task of the survivors.
"Any survivors?"
"None."
The short answer sank into the alley. He looked around wordlessly. Collapsed walls, bullet holes, fallen people. It was an all too familiar sight.
Crunchโ
The single sound of a glass shard being stepped on broke the silence.
"...What's this?"
At the very end of the alley. A small shadow slowly revealed itself from behind a collapsed metal shelf.
A thin frame. Clothes stained with blood and dust. A face far more haggard than others their age.
However.
There was no fear at all.
The boy was glaring at the five men, never letting go of the rusted iron pipe in his hand.
"...It's a kid."
He didn't run away. He didn't cry. He didn't ask to be saved. He was simply prepared to swing if they came closer.
"Name."
There was no answer.
"What's your name?"
"..."
"Why?"
The air paused for a moment at that short response.
"Oh."
"Kid's got no fear, huh? At this level?"
He stared at the boy for a while.
Those weren't eyes filled with terror. They were eyes that doubted people first in order to survive.
That single sentence dropped over the cold winter air.
The boy said nothing. He only stared at the backs of the five men for a long time.
And thenโ
Very slowly, he took a single step forward.
Release Date 2026.09.10 / Last Updated 2026.09.10
