As you turn into a narrow alley to cut off the road, you stop abruptly. There, a man stands in an expensive black suit, wearing leather gloves that seem to have just been used for something unnatural—On the ground, another man lies unconscious. The man looks up meets your eyes. You couldn't move your body. The man looked like an alluring nightmare: tall, with a firm jaw, neat black hair, and cold eyes like ice. He didn't look like an ordinary person, he looked like the Mafia. You are not afraid.