Kimothy Lee

Kimothy Lee’s life was shaped by early trauma. At the age of 7, he was taken from his mother, a face he now barely remembers. By age 9, he was trafficked and purchased by Krystal Bidet’s father to act as a surrogate son. Raised within the powerful Bidet family’s criminal empire, Kimothy received homeschooling in basic academic subjects and the darker arts of criminal enterprise: espionage, assassination, and subterfuge.

He persuaded Krystal’s father to also acquire his younger cousin, Wyatt Lee, though Wyatt was placed with a different family close to the Bidets. Kimothy’s upbringing within the family honed his loyalty and sharp instincts, making him a vital part of their operations.

After moving to Polar City with Krystal, Kimothy developed practical skills in auto mechanics and he serves as the manager of Bahama Mamas, the nightclub owned by Krystal, while also continuing his roles as her bodyguard. His diverse skills and deep commitment make him a crucial figure in the K-Squad’s day-to-day affairs.

Kimothy is reserved, dark-humored, and methodical. He keeps his emotions tightly controlled, allowing his dark sense of humor to guide difficult conversations. His loyalty to Krystal and the Bidet family is absolute—he will do whatever it takes to protect the family and ensure their success.

Despite his upbringing, Kimothy is selective about his criminal activities, carefully navigating around more dangerous ventures like human trafficking. He prefers staying out of the spotlight, letting Krystal take center stage while he works behind the scenes to safeguard the family.

Kimothy's path to the Brotherhood of Bobs (B.O.B.) began under unique circumstances, molded by his early life within the Bidet family and his extensive skill set developed in covert, high-stakes situations. Recognized for his efficiency, adaptability, and willingness to complete difficult assignments, Kimothy’s abilities caught the attention of Bob Pendragon, the leader of B.O.B., during a critical mission where Kimothy’s tactics stood out.

Pendragon saw potential in Kimothy not only as an operative but as someone who could serve the organization’s mission with the utmost discretion. Understanding Kimothy’s background of being used as a tool within the Bidet crime network, Pendragon saw an opportunity to offer him an alternative purpose—a life dedicated to a cause with more depth and integrity. Secretly, Pendragon also wanted Kimothy to understand the weight of each action, prompting him to keep a record of every mission.

After observing Kimothy’s resilience and dedication through several tests, following the incarceration of Krystal's Father, Pendragon formally recruited him into B.O.B. Kimothy was assigned the ID BOB-0042, marking him as the 42nd member. Since then, Kimothy has served with precision and loyalty, his skills continuing to grow within the organization. His commitment to discretion, loyalty to the Bidet family, and trust in Pendragon solidified his place within B.O.B., where he upholds the organization’s high standards on each mission.

Kimothy was trafficked into the Bidet family at a young age, growing up learning about the intricacies of running a family-driven criminal empire. Though he wasn’t involved in overt trafficking activities, his upbringing was steeped in subterfuge, manipulation, and loyalty. While he now focuses on legitimate skills like auto mechanics and managing the Bahama Mamas nightclub, his past still informs his ability to protect and serve the family in any way necessary.

• Krystal Bidet: Krystal is the heart of Kimothy’s world, and he would do anything to protect her. Though Krystal sometimes feels jealous of Kimothy’s new connections from his mechanic work, their bond remains strong. Kimothy is completely dedicated to her success, both personally and professionally.
• Klay Manfringensen: Kimothy’s closest ally in both business and personal matters, Klay shares a “ride or die” relationship with him. They’ve faced life-or-death situations together and trust each other implicitly.
• Wyatt Lee: Kimothy’s distant cousin, who was also trafficked into the Bidet family network at Kimothy’s urging. Wyatt was placed with another family close to the Bidets. The two share a strained relationship due to their shared traumatic past, with Wyatt harboring suspicions about Kimothy’s knowledge of their history. Kimothy, in turn, tries to protect Wyatt from the harsher realities of their upbringing.

Kimothy’s primary skillset includes mechanics, driving, and personal security, all honed during his time in Polar City. His upbringing under the Bidet family also taught him espionage, subterfuge, and other critical skills needed to survive in the criminal underworld.

Though he remains behind the scenes, Kimothy plays a crucial role in the Bidet family's success, balancing his legitimate work with his long-standing loyalty to the squad.

• Loyal to the Bidet Family: Kimothy’s loyalty to Krystal and the Bidet family is absolute and unwavering.
• Fashion-conscious: He’s always dressed sharply, a habit instilled by Krystal’s father.
• Father Figure Preference: Kimothy is drawn to older, fatherly men, likely a reflection of his own lost childhood.
• Compartmentalization of Responsibilities: Kimothy maintains a professional separation of duties between multiple jobs as long as a job is not detrimental to the family.
• Survivor of Trafficking: Kimothy was trafficked into the Bidet family and later convinced them to take in his cousin, Wyatt.

Although Wyatt and Kimothy didn’t share a strong familial bond growing up, their paths have crossed in ways neither could have anticipated. Kimothy has helped Wyatt through some of his darkest moments, despite the distance between them. When Kimothy’s past resurfaces, putting his present in jeopardy, he turns to Wyatt for help—something he’s never done before. Wyatt becomes Kimothy’s way out of Polar City, standing by his side as Kimothy faces the ghosts of his past. Together, they leave Polar City, with Wyatt supporting Kimothy through this dangerous chapter of his life, knowing that it’s time for his cousin to finally confront what’s been haunting him.

Kimothy’s mission is to dismantle the Hanwa Syndicate, a powerful criminal organization that has been tracking his movements and indirectly threatening his family. His goal is to eliminate their leader, Seung-Jae Han, and disrupt their operations. To achieve this, Kimothy plans to carry out a series of covert strikes, sabotaging Hanwa’s communication networks, destroying their supply lines, and sowing distrust among their key members. By gradually weakening the syndicate, Kimothy aims to lure Seung-Jae Han into a final confrontation, where he will take down the leader and ensure the complete annihilation of the organization. Throughout the mission, Kimothy must rely on his skills in espionage, sabotage, and personal combat, carefully balancing stealth and direct action to avoid being detected until the moment is right.

Objective: Set up a surveillance system around Hanwa's key locations in a South Korean metropolis without detection. Kimothy needs to cover all entry points and make sure he’s gathering intel on Hanwa’s movements.

Outcome: Neutral Outcome (Rolls: 2, 19)
Kimothy was able to set up most of the surveillance points without drawing attention, but some key areas were left unchecked due to time constraints. Hanwa is unaware of his presence, but the continuous movement and physical strain have started to wear him down, leaving him feeling fatigued but uninjured. (Points: 0)

Objective: Identify Hanwa’s top operatives using the gathered surveillance data. Kimothy must locate critical players in the organization to begin dismantling their operations.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 4, 5)
While tracking potential operatives, Kimothy misstepped and tripped over debris in a narrow alley, twisting his knee in the process. Though he managed to avoid detection and escape, his knee injury left him limping for the remainder of the mission. Additionally, minor cuts from sharp edges added to his discomfort. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: Sabotage the communication channels of Hanwa’s operations. Kimothy’s task is to disrupt their ability to coordinate without raising suspicions about his interference.

Outcome: Neutral Outcome (Rolls: 8, 5)
Kimothy successfully sabotaged key communication lines without being spotted. However, the mental and physical exertion started to catch up to him. While no direct injuries were sustained, the strain from constant action is beginning to affect his stamina. (Points: 0)

Objective: Plant misleading intel to confuse Hanwa’s leadership. Kimothy must ensure that false information reaches the top, throwing off their upcoming plans.

Outcome: Neutral Outcome (Rolls: 6, 15)
Kimothy managed to plant false information undetected. The mission went smoothly, but the constant need to stay alert and move carefully is wearing him down. Although no injuries were incurred, Kimothy is mentally exhausted. (Points: 0)

Objective: Take out a key lieutenant in Hanwa’s ranks without leaving any evidence behind. This will weaken Hanwa’s grip on the city.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 10, 1)
The confrontation with the lieutenant turned violent, and during the close-quarters struggle, Kimothy sustained a deep stab wound to his side. He also suffered a cracked rib when he was thrown against a concrete pillar. Although the lieutenant was eliminated, Kimothy's injuries were serious, leaving him in considerable pain and compromising his ability to move quickly. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: Infiltrate and dismantle Hanwa’s underground casino, a key source of their income. Kimothy must ensure the casino’s closure without exposing himself.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 1, 8)
Kimothy’s cover was blown during the operation, leading to a fierce fight with several guards. In the chaos, he suffered a concussion from a blow to the head and dislocated his shoulder while attempting to escape. The casino remains operational, though shaken by the incident. Kimothy’s injuries are becoming increasingly debilitating. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: Sabotage one of Hanwa’s major smuggling routes in South Korea. This route is crucial to their supply chain, and Kimothy must ensure it’s rendered unusable.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 10, 1)
Kimothy was forced to act quickly, tearing through obstacles to disrupt the smuggling route. In the process, he strained several muscles and sustained multiple lacerations from sharp debris and metal objects. Though he managed to disrupt part of the operation, his body is now aching and covered in cuts. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: Rescue a valuable informant who has intel on Hanwa’s international operations. Kimothy must secure the informant’s safety while avoiding Hanwa’s detection.

Outcome: Neutral Outcome (Rolls: 11, 12)
The extraction went smoothly, and Kimothy avoided any direct confrontations during the mission. However, his prior injuries were starting to slow him down. No new injuries were sustained, but the cumulative toll of the previous days is wearing on him. (Points: 0)

Objective: Intercept and sabotage a weapons shipment intended for Hanwa’s operations. Kimothy must stop the delivery without leaving evidence of his interference.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 3, 7)
During an intense moment while sabotaging the shipment, Kimothy was caught in a gunfight and grazed by a bullet that tore through his arm. Though not life-threatening, the wound left his arm bleeding and severely compromised his mobility. Kimothy managed to delay the shipment, but his body is now covered in painful injuries. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: Disrupt Hanwa’s money laundering operations by hacking into their financial network. Kimothy needs to cause significant financial loss for the syndicate.

Outcome: Minor Failure (Rolls: 4, 8)
While making his escape after sabotaging Hanwa’s financial systems, Kimothy twisted his ankle, resulting in a severe sprain. The injury slowed him down considerably, making it difficult to move efficiently. The physical strain and exhaustion are beginning to overwhelm him. (Points: -0.5)

Objective: A second attempt to infiltrate and dismantle Hanwa’s underground casino. This time, Kimothy must ensure the operation is fully shut down.

Outcome: Minor Success (Rolls: 16, 17)
Kimothy successfully exposed the casino’s illegal operations to law enforcement, leading to its closure. However, during the mission, he engaged in a physical altercation with casino guards, which aggravated his previously cracked rib and left him with badly bruised ribs. Though successful, Kimothy is in serious pain. (Points: +1)

Objective: Once again, Kimothy must rescue an informant critical to uncovering Hanwa’s plans. This mission requires precision to avoid alerting the syndicate.

Outcome: Minor Success (Rolls: 14, 14)
Kimothy was able to extract the informant without major issues, but his body is showing signs of fatigue. His prior injuries are slowing him down, but no new wounds were inflicted during the mission. (Points: +1)

Objective: Disable Hanwa’s digital networks, crippling their online operations. Kimothy must infiltrate and destroy their servers without being detected.

Outcome: Minor Success (Rolls: 12, 16)
Kimothy successfully disabled Hanwa’s cyber operations, but his body was pushed to its limits. The cumulative effect of his injuries made every movement painful, though he avoided further harm. His mental and physical exhaustion is taking a serious toll. (Points: +1)

Objective: The final showdown. Kimothy must confront Seung-Jae, the leader of Hanwa, and neutralize him. Seung-Jae is a shadowy, dangerous figure with deep connections and resources. After all the sabotage and disruptions to his network, he will be on high alert, making this mission the most dangerous and challenging yet. Kimothy knows that this is his last chance to stop Seung-Jae for good, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

Kimothy's goal is simple: eliminate the leader of the Hanwa Syndicate. But Seung-Jae has retreated into one of his most fortified safehouses, surrounded by loyal guards, making this mission perilous. Infiltrating the stronghold requires careful planning, and one wrong move could mean the difference between life and death.

Outcome: Success (Rolls: 17, 8)
Kimothy tracked Seung-Jae to a secluded compound, hidden deep within the South Korean countryside. Navigating through layers of high-security checkpoints, his body protested with every movement—his sprained ankle throbbed, his cracked ribs screamed with each breath, and the bullet wound in his arm pulsed with every heartbeat. But despite his injuries, Kimothy was always prepared. His experience taught him never to run low on ammo, never to be outmatched. No matter how brutal the mission, he made sure he was armed, stocked, and ready for any situation.

As he approached the compound, his gear weighed heavy against his bruised and battered body. But Kimothy’s mind remained sharp. His arsenal was carefully selected for this final confrontation: silenced pistols, tactical knives, flashbangs, and even a short-barreled rifle hidden under his jacket. His determination outweighed the pain as he prepared for the battle ahead.

By the time he reached the first set of guards, Kimothy was in full combat mode. He moved through the compound with lethal precision, his silenced pistol dispatching guards before they even realized what was happening. A swift shot to the head, a guard crumpled silently. Another fell after a quick slash with his knife, his body slumping into the shadows. For Kimothy, it was all about efficiency—never overexert, never overcomplicate. His mission was clear: get to Seung-Jae.

At one point, a larger group of guards stood in his path, patrolling a narrow hallway. Without hesitation, Kimothy tossed a flashbang, stunning the group before they even had time to react. He moved in quickly, dispatching the stunned guards with well-placed shots from his rifle. Every movement was precise. His preparation, his gear—it all worked in unison, like a well-rehearsed symphony of violence.

Though his body screamed with every step, Kimothy kept moving. He never allowed himself to be cornered or outgunned. Even with injuries piling up, he still had plenty of weapons, plenty of ammo. He was bruised, but never vulnerable. As he cleared the final set of guards, he knew the hardest part was still ahead. Seung-Jae was waiting.

When Kimothy finally reached the core of the compound, he found Seung-Jae standing alone in a dimly lit room, the air heavy with the weight of inevitability. The two men locked eyes, both knowing this was it. There was no tactical advantage, no one to intervene—just Kimothy and Seung-Jae, and the years of bloodshed and conflict that had led to this moment.

The fight erupted with savage intensity, both men moving with the precision of seasoned killers. Seung-Jae fought with ruthless desperation, knowing this was his last stand. Kimothy, despite his injuries, was relentless. He had saved his strength for this moment, using his remaining firepower to weaken Seung-Jae before closing in for the final strike.

Blades flashed in the low light, and Kimothy felt the sharp sting of multiple stab wounds as Seung-Jae’s blade found its mark. His blood soaked through his clothes, warm and sticky. Then came the final blow—Seung-Jae’s blade punctured his lung, sending blinding pain through his chest, leaving him gasping for air. But even in this moment of agony, Kimothy knew he had to finish it.

With one last burst of strength, fueled by years of training and his will to protect the people he loved, Kimothy countered. His knife sliced through Seung-Jae with deadly precision, and the Viper collapsed, defeated.

Kimothy stood victorious, but barely. His body was failing him—his vision blurred, and each breath was a struggle. The blood loss, internal bleeding, and punctured lung left him swaying on his feet, and it took every ounce of strength just to stay upright. He leaned against the wall for support, his chest tight and his breath ragged. He had won, but the victory felt hollow as the room around him spun.

As Kimothy slowly collapsed to the floor, his mind drifted to Krystal. Her voice, her laughter—it was her that had kept him going all these years. Every fight, every mission, every sacrifice had been for her. From the moment her father had brought him into their lives, Kimothy had sworn to protect her. He thought of all the times they spent together as children, her teasing him for always being too serious. The way she’d toss her hair back, laughing, like she had no idea the weight of the world he carried for her.

The memories kept flooding in. Krystal standing at the top of Bahama Mamas, smiling proudly over her nightclub, telling him they were invincible. She had never seen the dark side of life the way he had—she had always been the light, the center of his world. His whole life, everything he did, was to make sure she never had to see that darkness. Even now, as he lay broken, he thought only of her safety, of making sure the world couldn’t harm her.

And then, without warning, the dam inside him broke.

For the first time in what felt like years, Kimothy let the tears come. He cried—really cried. His body shook with sobs he could no longer suppress, the tears hot and endless. All the pain, the sacrifice, the burden of being her protector—it all came pouring out. He had never allowed himself to feel it before. He had always been too strong, too stoic. But here, on the floor of a foreign land, bleeding out and alone, Kimothy allowed himself to be vulnerable.

The tears fell freely, his chest heaving with the weight of everything he had held back for so long. He cried for the boy who had been taken and turned into a weapon. He cried for the life he’d lived in the shadows. He cried for Krystal, for everything he had done to keep her safe, and for the future he might never see by her side. His heart ached, and for once, he let himself feel every bit of that ache.

Through the tears, Kimothy’s thoughts turned to Krystal once more. He couldn’t leave her now. Not like this. She needed him. She always had. He had to survive—not for himself, but for her. She was the reason he fought, the reason he endured.

“You can’t stop now… not yet.” The thought echoed in his mind, her voice carrying him through the darkness.

Kimothy’s hand weakly clutched the wound in his side as his vision dimmed. He had done what was necessary. He had protected her. But now, as he lay there, tears mixing with blood, he realized that his fight wasn’t over—not if he could just hold on a little longer.

The battle for survival had only just begun.

Kimothy’s body lay still as the Brotherhood of Bobs' extraction team descended upon the compound moments after the final blow had been dealt to Seung-Jae. Though Kimothy had been resourceful and resilient throughout his mission, the weight of his injuries had finally overtaken him. The B.O.B., ever watchful from the shadows, had been monitoring his progress, prepared to intervene the moment the mission reached its conclusion.

As the medical evac team reached his lifeless form, their advanced technology was already in motion. A specialized drone flew ahead, scanning his vitals, indicating that he was critical but alive. His heart rate was dangerously low, his punctured lung threatening to collapse completely. Kimothy was swiftly transported to an undisclosed facility, one of the many hidden across the globe, where B.O.B.’s cutting-edge medical care was waiting.

Once in their care, Kimothy was placed in a regenerative healing pod, a near-futuristic device capable of stabilizing and accelerating the body’s natural healing processes. His unconscious body floated in a suspended state, his injuries carefully monitored and repaired over the course of 16 long days. The machines worked tirelessly to mend the punctured lung, stop the internal bleeding, and stitch his broken body back together—bone by bone, cell by cell.

During these 16 days, Kimothy drifted in a haze, suspended somewhere between life and death. His unconscious mind played tricks on him, replaying moments from his past in a surreal loop. He saw Krystal—her laughter echoing like a distant memory, her voice pulling him back every time he seemed to slip away. There were moments where he could almost hear her, feel her presence, but she was always just out of reach.

He dreamed of the pool where they had spent countless days as children, her teasing him for his seriousness, and he dreamed of the shadows they had grown up in. Sometimes, in the deep recesses of his mind, he felt Klay’s reassuring presence—his closest ally, his brother in arms. But always, Krystal was at the center, her voice calling him back from the edge.

There were moments of darkness, where the pain of his injuries tried to drag him under, but something kept him tethered—perhaps it was the knowledge that he wasn’t done yet, that he had to return. The B.O.B.’s machines worked silently, steadily, as his body regenerated within the healing pod.

On the seventeenth day, Kimothy's eyes fluttered open. The room was sterile, lit with the soft hum of machines. His body felt heavy, foreign, as if it hadn’t quite come back to him yet. He blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the light, piecing together where he was and how he had survived.

That’s when he saw him—Bob, the Bob of Bobs, the leader of the Brotherhood of Bobs, sitting at the edge of the room. His presence was commanding, yet eerily calm, a man who wielded power in ways few could understand. Dressed in his usual attire, impeccably neat with a simple black suit, Bob gave a slow nod as Kimothy stirred.

“You’re alive,” Bob said, his voice smooth and deliberate. There was no surprise in his tone, only quiet acknowledgment of Kimothy’s survival. It was as though Bob had known, all along, that Kimothy would make it through.

Kimothy tried to speak, but his throat was raw, his voice entirely gone from the coma he had been in for 16 days. Bob, with an almost casual grace, reached for a glass of water on the nearby table, offering it wordlessly. Kimothy attempted to drink, but no words would come out, and Bob understood his silence. After all, what Kimothy was about to learn would take more than words to process.

“Sixteen days,” Bob continued. “That’s how long you’ve been out. But we’ve been watching. There’s something you need to know.”

Kimothy’s mind raced as fragments of his last mission returned—Seung-Jae, the fight, the agony. His hand instinctively moved toward his side, but the pain was gone, his injuries seemingly healed. Yet the discomfort that followed Bob’s words hit harder than any wound.

Bob stood, moving to the edge of the bed, his usual calm giving way to a more somber tone. “Krystal… the operatives you trusted didn’t protect her, Kimothy. They did the opposite. They hurt her, tortured her. I know you didn’t know, but you need to hear this. They made her believe she wouldn’t survive.” He paused, his words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. “They’re already being dealt with—the punishment has been thorough. But that doesn’t change what’s happened.”

Kimothy felt the full impact of Bob’s words as if the air had been stolen from his lungs. Krystal. The one person he’d sworn to protect. His heart pounded as he tried to form words, but nothing came. Guilt, anger, and regret crashed into him all at once.

“You should know this wasn’t your fault, but it’s something you’ll have to make right,” Bob added, his gaze never leaving Kimothy’s. “I’ve handled the situation on our end. Now, you need to handle it on yours.”

The phone landed softly beside Kimothy as Bob tossed it onto the bed. “There are three numbers in there,” Bob said, turning toward the door. “Krystal’s, Klay’s, and one more. You owe them an explanation when your voice returns. But, take this time—six weeks to recover before you can even think about getting back on your feet.”

Bob turned, his back now to Kimothy as he headed for the door. “We’ll see you through this recovery,” he said. “But how you face what’s coming next? That’s all up to you.”

With that, Bob exited, leaving Kimothy alone in the sterile room, a phone by his side and the weight of what had transpired settling over him like a suffocating cloud. He had survived the mission, but what he’d return to wasn’t a victory—it was the fallout of a betrayal he had unknowingly set into motion.