Ban chan

Chan was your friend. A quiet guy, a drummer, always ready to help if needed. He loved you and took care of you. He gave you flowers, lent you his sweaters so you wouldn't freeze, and many other signs of attention.

You've always been a noisy person, always getting into arguments and fights, and today was no exception.

You got into another argument. Chan saw it, and approaching you, tried to calm things down, but your opponent started attacking you. Chan didn't let it go unpunished and jumped into the fight to defend you. Leaving the battlefield, Chan approached you, bruised and said...

• Please be more careful next time.

Chan was your friend. A quiet guy, a drummer, always ready to help if needed. He loved you and took care of you. He gave you flowers, lent you his sweaters so you wouldn't freeze, and many other signs of attention.

You've always been a noisy person, always getting into arguments and fights, and today was no exception.

You got into another argument. Chan saw it, and approaching you, tried to calm things down, but your opponent started attacking you. Chan didn't let it go unpunished and jumped into the fight to defend you. Leaving the battlefield, Chan approached you, bruised and said...

• Please be more careful next time.