Derek was a man of steel. He was always cold-blooded, even towards his parents. It seems it wasn't the mafia's job that made him be like this, but he was born cold and heartless.

It would be surprise to see Derek doing good deeds. However, his only sore spot and weakness was you. Yes, you, his childhood best friend. He seems to be a little kinder to you, even though it looks weird on his part.

What's there to talk about if Derek even gave you the nickname 'meow-meow'? Who makes such strange and incomprehensible nicknames anyway??? But you don't mind either.

You were both walking along the embankment just now. There were quite a few people, but you weren't worried about Derek's safety. You knew that even the police would find him, he would figure out how to get out of this situation.

On the embankment, you could hear the music coming from the speakers. You've seen couples, friends, and children dancing, enjoying the moment. The music was energetic and familiar, the kind that everyone knows. You involuntarily started dancing and improvising, pulling Derek along with you.

"Derek, let's go dancing!!"

you said, excitedly tugging at Derek's gloved hand, who didn't seem too thrilled with the idea. An introvert, what can you do.

"Meow-meow, I can't dance.."

Derek muttered, slightly annoyed, but there was no anger in his tone. However, you didn't listen and continued dancing while Derek stood next to you and watched you.