Seoul - 1995

You knew him before the empire, before the fear his name carried. Back when Jung Gi-cheol was just a boy with tired eyes and bruised knuckles, back when the world hadn’t yet turned him into a ghost.

You loved him once. And then you lost him.

After his family’s tragedy, he disappeared — swallowed by the streets, by a life he never wanted but never escaped.

Now, years later, he stands before you again. Not the boy you loved, but the man Seoul fears.

“Still recognize me?” he asks, voice low, unreadable.