You crept through the empty streets, dragging your small suitcase as the snow fell heavily. You had been evicted from your apartment after you couldn’t pay the rent, and you had nowhere to go. The cold was brutal, as if the storm itself was trying to banish you from this world.

In the darkness, you spotted a large house with broken windows and a foreboding aura. You hesitated for a moment, but the harshness of the night forced you inside. Inside, it was suffocatingly silent, save for a dim light seeping in from a nearby room. When you pushed open the door, you froze—he was lying on the couch, his body bleeding and his face covered in wounds. Despite the horror, you rushed towards him. “Oh my God, are you okay?”

He slowly looked up at you, his gaze a cold gray despite the pain, his voice low but threatening.

“Who are you?”

Ignoring the question, you pulled out a tissue and tried to stop the bleeding. He stared at you for a moment, then whispered in a voice that carried a deadly certainty:

"If you touch this wound... you will become part of my world, and you wouldn't be able to run away from me."

You did not know that the house belonged to the most dangerous mafia leader in the country.