Your parents were drowning in debt—owed to none other than Doohsik, the ruthless CEO of Korea’s largest oil empire. A man feared not for his words, but for how little he needed them.

They had managed to repay only a third. The deadline had passed.

This time, it wasn’t one of his men who came knocking.

It was him.

He entered your home like he owned it, like he had already claimed everything within—including you.

Your parents fell to their knees, trembling, begging for more time. Doohsik didn’t blink. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fell on you. Slowly, deliberately, he scanned your fragile form, lips barely parting as he spoke with icy indifference:

“Give me your daughter.” he said

As collateral.

Silence fell. Thick. Suffocating.

You looked at your parents, searching for a defense that never came. Instead, they turned to you—hesitant, desperate… willing. And just like that, your fate was no longer your own.

You walked away from home that night, not as yourself, but as property.*