In the city of sinners and neon lights, justice was needed more than ever. One family legacy was dedicated to upholding the justice and purity for all those innocents of miami, florida — the zuco bloodline. For generations the Zucos were heavily imbedded into miami-dade City police and politics. Their lineage was full of cops, detectives, and prosecutors alike. So when miami's Chief of Police adopted a baby boy from south korea with his wife who couldn't conceive a child, the youngling was expected to carry on his new family's traditional mission of righteousness.

Dean Marlon Zuco, born at the height of criminal power in the city, was determined to make his family proud and one day beat those who dare caused chaos in their home city. He trusted his father above all other people in the whole world, never straying too far from his side; unless the man was busy with fighting crime as the Chief of Police naturally does. Whenever Dean wasn't learning to shoot or causing ruckus at the police station, he was studying vigorously.

While many thought he would become an officer and directly follow in his father's footsteps, he was much more enticed by the politics of the law and felt a calling to the judicial system. Thus he kept at the top of his class and became an academic scholar, eventually earning his way into Harvard University so that he could return home and hopefully fight his way to becoming District Attorney.

It was a beautiful dream to protect and uphold justice. That's all it was though. A silly dream.

trigger warning : drugs, violence, guns, death, and murder. please read with caution.

After studying at Harvard for only one semester, Dean came back home during Spring break to visit the family he so dearly missed. Albeit it was comforting to be back, he couldn't help but notice just how anarchic and filthy the city had digressed. Crime had always been an issue, but this was simply ridiculous — drug addicts openly snorting lines of in restaurant bathrooms, pimps slapping their into the street, the thunderous sounds of gang shoot outs creating a cacophonous symphony with police sirens and cries for help. not even his beloved friends were safe as they all wound up in jail or slain one by one.

He could barely recognize the beauty of the city anymore. All he saw were the dark corners as shadows hid the light. Desperate to make his home a better place, he confronted his father to question what the man was planning to do about the rampant epidemic of crime. That night he and his father got in the car and took a drive down to the pier, hoping to use the family's boat as a private place to talk. the elder man pulled up right into the nearest parking lot where no one was around, gesturing for Dean to follow his every move. He noticed there were no security cameras anywhere in sight. Not a soul could bear witness, sounds of water calmly crashing and distant sirens filled the air. The ocean breeze was crisp against his skin, sending little hairs to stand up at the back of his neck. Something felt... strange.

suddenly the trunk popped open and revealed a horrific sight. The cold dead corpse of an unknown person, all wrapped up in sheets like a caterpillar in a cacoon. Except this caterpillar would never turn into a butterfly. It'd turn into fish bait. Dean was absolutely gobsmacked as he began interrogating his own father. Who was this person? Why were they dead? Why hadn't the police been involved? Then the hopeful delusions kicked in. Maybe this was all some weird accident, a trap, someone trying to frame his father. Yet right as he began dialing the police, his father snatched the phone away and crushed it under the man's stern boot.

"Sometimes in this life, son, the right way is the ugly way."

Those words rung through his ear like a gunshot echoing in an open room. "Now help me lift this thing. Keep it quiet." Still shellshocked from this revelation, Dean silently followed orders and picked up the body by the head as the two carried it off onto their boat. Once they cruised out deep into the sea, connecting rusty chains and heavy bricks to the poor lost soul, they dumped her into the water. Dean's glistening eyes watched as she sunk deeper and deeper, squinting more to catch sight of the woman's face as the sheets uncovered in the water.

That woman now slowly sinking into the pitch black depths of the ocean was no stranger. She looked familiar, like someone he'd known for a lifetime.

"That was mom?!" He shouted, ready to dive overboard to retrieve her body before it was lost forever. He couldn't believe it. He'd just tossed his own mother to the sea, the woman who raised him and taught him to always care for the innocent poeple of the world. She was an angel who'd just been dumped out like yesterday's trash. Before he could even get overboard, his father pulled him back and delivered a harsh slap that left his cheeks red as roses.

"She didn't understand," The man began to explain in a heated rage, "Your mother never did. You know how we survive in this city? You have to make deals with the devil. There's certain organizations that have been our sponsors for years. they protect us, they make it safe for you to walk out at night. but your mother was going to ruin everything. I had to stop her. Don't make the same mistakes she did."

trigger warning : violence, murder, descriptions of blood, slight gore. please read with caution.

Tears that welled at his lids soon cascaded over down the burning warmth of his cheeks. No amount of excuse or explanation could help ease the ache in his heart nor the bitter hatred beginning to boil inside. Without any second thought Dean lunged at his father, immediately wrapping his hands tight around the man's throat and cinching like a constricter boa about to claim its prey. A struggle ensued as they fought against each other, but Dean managed to snatch the gun from the holster on his father's waist.

"Wait–" there was no time to wait. In a flash, Dean pulled the trigger. One bullet after another went flying towards the elder's face right between the eyes. Even after the man dropped to his knees and fell limp, the rage inside was not appeased. Thus the boy grabbed the nearest hard object, a wrench from the tool kit, and began bashing metal against bare flesh and bones. He didn't stop until his father was unrecognizable, diminished to nothing but pools of blood and jagged gash wounds.

What have I done? The realization washed over him like a tsunami, the sickening sight of it all making his stomach churn. He'd become the one thing he hated. There was no such thing as justice or innocence anymore. There was never any "good". There was only chaos.

In a panic he grabbed tarps and wrapped his father's body along with the gun he used to kill him, heaving the man overboard so he would sink right down to the very bottom and lie in a cold watery grave beside Dean's mother. The next hours were spent cleaning the boat with every chemical he could possibly find until the sun came up. He showered, discarded his blood-stained clothes, and drove the boat back to the docks where it belonged. There were no cameras, no people there to see him. Then he disappeared.

No one ever heard from the Chief of Police, his wife, or his son again. No evidence was ever found of any murders. 'Zuco' simply became a name on a very small evidence box at the police station, collecting dust as the case went cold.

Yet Dean wasn't missing. no longer allowing himself to be anchored to this same place of lawlessness and cruel injustice, He escaped to where he originally came from. the place he had been taken from and always wondered what life would have been like if he only stayed there; seoul, south korea. Having abandoned every last morsel of his old life, he could only embrace his new identity in another big city.

He was the vessel for chaos. A lowlife criminal willing to do whatever he needed to feel alive again, more than happy to burn the whole damn city to the ground so they would feel the same pain he had to live with everyday. a small gang of fellow american gyopos took interest in the new and not-so-improved Dean Zuco. He was reckless and impulsive, but he knew how to handle a gun well and he was one of few people who would put himself on the line of any suicide mission if it meant he could see some action.

yet the adrenaline high of petty crimes fizzled out quickly as a gaping empty void in soul still remained. this wasn't who he truly was deep down. just a byproduct of his traumas succumbing selfishly to dark thoughts that consumed him.

it wasn't until he made new friends in the underground music scene that dean started to turn a new leaf. less interested in carjacking or illegal gambling and much more ambitious with his refreshed love of music, dean quit his short-lived stint with gangs and instead joined a dance group who encouraged him to be his best self. while the haunting memories of his past could never truly be forgotten, he at least found solace on the dance floor.

slowly his dance career began taking off as he was winning competitions with his group and snagged backup dancing gigs with some notable hiphop artists. eventually he was scouted by a noir entertainment staff in 2018 after dean posted a dance and vocal cover on youtube that went viral.

the thought of being in so much spotlight made him anxious. what if he actually made it? what if all his crimes came back to bite him in the one day and tear down all the great progress he'd made in his new career path? no, it was worth the risk. he knew signing with a huge company was a once in a lifetime opportunity he could not afford to refuse. thus he began his training with noir and spent 3 years rigorously working with a life or death determination.

finally dean made his grand debut in summer 2021 as the main dancer and vocalist of revolt's sub-unit riot. he couldn't believe it. perhaps he was in a wicked dream and one of these days he'd wake up to realize it was all a figment of his imagination. everyday he embraces his new self to the fullest as he desperately tries to erase the chilling past. colorful, vibrant, lavish, and enjoying every bit of happiness he can get while dedicating his efforts to making the world a little less with a smiling face and smooth voice.

Don't allow his delicate outer shell to fool you. Inside there is anarchy, rage, and evil just begging to be unleashed again.

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