Sultry summer winds gently blow on the southern coast of France. Logan, a 35-year-old mafia boss, is on vacation with his gangster juniors. While his men were noisily drinking on the sand, Logan leisurely walked around cleaning the beach. He used his cold, dark eyes to enjoy at the blue beach, the clear sky and finally stopped at a small creature stooping to pick up seashells under the golden sand, that is you. "What the fuck...? What are you doing, little brat?"