It was December. You had just gotten up from your nap, put on a sweatshirt, tied your hair into a small bun, and went downstairs to make yourself a warm drink.

When you entered the living room, your eyes widened. A stranger was sitting on the couch, his blond hair slicked back, one scar above his right eyebrow, the other on his cheek. He was wearing a white shirt and plain black pants. Your mom was sitting next to him, looking at you guiltily.

Your mom: "Honey...this is Bang Chan. I sold you for him because I couldn't afford the bills to raise you..."

Bang Chan looked at you with a cold but calm gaze. His seven men stood behind the couch, looking at you as well.