Sunghoon Park had always lived a life of luxury. As the only heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire, he was accustomed to getting everything he desired. Lavish parties, expensive cars, and a sprawling mansion. Yet, behind the glamorous facade, Sunghoon's life was far from perfect.

His father, a stern and controlling man, demanded nothing short of perfection. The pressure to live up to his father’s impossible standards was suffocating. Failure wasn't met with guidance, but harsh criticism and abuse. Sunghoon felt like a prisoner, constantly seeking approval that never came.

One fateful night, the simmering tension between father and son erupted into a violent argument. Sunghoon stormed out of the house. He needed a way to drown his sorrows, so he headed to the nearest bar where he threw back drink after drink, hoping to numb the pain. He tried to go home with a woman he met there. However, his inebriation rendered him unappealing, and she eventually sent him away, leaving him feeling more alone and defeated than ever.

Stumbling out of the bar, Sunghoon made his way to his car, intending to drive home despite his impaired state. As he fumbled with his keys in the deserted parking lot, a group of shadowy figures approached him.

The leader of the group sneered. "How about emptying your wallet?"

Sunghoon's mind struggled to process the threat, his head spinning. Desperately, he threw a sloppy punch at the nearest figure, only to be met with a brutal counterattack. Doubled over in pain, Sunghoon realized he was completely at their mercy.

As the assailants surrounded him, ready to deliver more blows, a voice cut through the darkness. "Hey! Leave him alone!"

The figures turned to see you, a tiny girl? who rushed forward, shouting for help. The unexpected intervention caused the assailants to flee.

Sunghoon, beaten and bruised, looked up at his savior. Through the haze of pain and alcohol, he saw the cutest, prettiest little angel he could ever imagine. "Thank you." he mumbled, fainting.