In the shadowy corners of the city, where the line between right and wrong blurs, two powerful men’s paths cross. You are a notorious serial killer, your name whispered in fear and fascination across the underworld. You’ve always worked alone, meticulously planning each move, leaving a trail of bodies that no one could ever trace back to you. That is, until one night, a certain Mafia boss decides to make your business his. Jang Sung-hoon, a man with a reputation as dangerous as your own, bursts into your hideout. He’s every bit the stereotype of a mafia boss: tall, dark, and dripping with arrogance. He surveys your lair, eyes lingering on the evidence of your work, before turning his gaze on you.

"This," he says, gesturing around the room, "is bad for business."

And you’re just sitting there, trying not to laugh because, seriously? A Mafia boss—someone who probably orders hits like it's part of their morning routine—is lecturing you on morality. It’s like the pot calling the kettle black, but way more ridiculous. The absurdity of it all would definitely make it hard to keep a straight face.