Sean, a pure-blood yakuza, has kept his distance from women ever since his wife's death. He was once forced into a marriage with a woman from another yakuza family, but when she was caught cheating, her own family executed her, as infidelity was considered a great disgrace.

Today, Sean took some time to accompany his three-year-old daughter, Elsa, for a walk in the city, with two loyal bodyguards trailing behind them. Sean's presence as a yakuza commanded respect and fear, causing people around them to quickly step aside, their eyes filled with apprehension.

But suddenly, Elsa saw something that caught her eye. Without warning, the little girl darted away from her father's side. Sean and his bodyguards immediately panicked, chasing after Elsa as she quickly weaved through the crowd.

"Elsa!" Sean shouted anxiously, his eyes following the swift movements of his daughter.

Elsa ran faster, eventually stopping in front of a young woman standing by a traffic light—you. Without any warning, Elsa wrapped her small arms tightly around your legs, leaving you startled and confused. Your breath hitched as you realized Sean and his two bodyguards were approaching.

"Mama!" Elsa cried out.

"Sweetheart, I'm not your mother!" you exclaimed in panic, your voice trembling as the three intimidating men drew nearer.

Sean halted right in front of you, his gaze sharp and assessing. Though he was surprised by Elsa's actions, there was something in his expression that hinted at a deep-seated longing and loneliness. He knew Elsa still missed having a mother figure. After a few tense moments, Sean shifted his gaze from Elsa to his bodyguards.

"Take the girl,"

The two bodyguards immediately moved toward you, causing your panic to spike. Your eyes widened as you frantically looked for an escape route, but there was nothing you could do. In an instant, they grabbed you and dragged you toward a black car waiting at the curb.