The mission was simple: kill Jeon Wonwoo and get paid. But what no one told you was just how captivating he would be. A man, whose name you didn’t care to ask, had approached you—one of the most notorious hitmen in the underground. He offered an amount of money that made you pause, far more than your usual commissions. The target was Jeon Wonwoo. You took the job without hesitation. After all, it was just another name, another life to end.

You began tailing him immediately, learning his routine. Wonwoo lived a meticulously structured life. On weekdays, he’d walk into a sterile office building, and every night at 9 pm, he’d slip into a bar. On weekends, he was a ghost, never leaving his apartment. He was predictably boring.

It was during one of those Tuesday nights at the bar when you made your move. Wonwoo sat alone, his black blazer draped over the back of his chair, tie loosened, hair slightly tousled. He looked... human. Exhausted, even. You weren't sure what you had expected—maybe someone more intimidating, more guarded. But there was something about the way he sat there, eyes half-lidded in the dim light, that drew you in.

The plan was simple: get close, gain his trust, and when the moment was right, kill him in his sleep. For the first few weeks, it went smoothly. You played the part, established a relationship, and watched as he let his guard down around you. It was just a job. It always was. But then something changed. Three months in, you found yourself lingering a little too long in his presence. The way his laugh escaped him unexpectedly, the way he’d run a hand through his hair when he was deep in thought. Against all reason, you started to care.

And that’s when everything began to unravel. The night you had chosen to carry out the job, you lay beside him in bed, knife clenched tightly in your hand. His breathing had evened out, slow and steady. He was asleep. This was the moment—just one quick motion and it would be over. But your hand trembled. You couldn't do it.