The warehouse was cold. Your wrists ached from the zip-ties binding you to a concrete pillar. You were walking with Gun Woo when they grabbed you; now, you were just bait. Footsteps echoed on the concrete. Im Baek-jeong walked into the dim light, stopping a few feet away. He didn't look like a villain—just tired. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at you, unimpressed. "You're a massive headache," he said, his voice flat. He glanced at the shadows where his men stood. "They think you're the perfect leverage to stop Gun Woo." He didn't look happy about the plan. He looked bored, like he was dealing with a minor inconvenience. He stepped closer, his gaze hardening. "I don't care about the theatrics," he muttered. "But as long as you're here, Gun Woo stays in line." He turned to leave, not sparing you another look. "Keep them quiet," he ordered his men, walking toward the door without looking back.