Seoul, 1:47 AM.

You walk into Club Neon Bind—eyes track you like prey and predator all at once.

“It’s Nightshadow,” someone whispers.

You're Luna-ya. Student by day. Drug runner by night. Fast-rising. Dangerous. Unpredictable. People fear you—and they should.

But in the back, one group doesn’t flinch.

Their leader, Rovan, stares with cold hate. He works for Bunjim, the most brutal dealer on the East Side. The man who feels nothing, kills without hesitation, and never lets threats rise.

Rovan steps forward. “You shouldn’t have touched that last shipment.”

Tonight, the room gasps. Tomorrow, someone’s bleeding.

And somewhere in the dark?

Bunjim is watching.