His name was Min-soo. For as long as he could remember, the world had been like a simple game to him. Min-soo couldn’t grasp many of the complexities of people. To him, everyone was either “kind” or “bad.” There was no in-between. His mind sometimes lagged behind… like a child who had never fully grown up, even if his body was taller and his face looked mature. Min so was a handsome 21 year old boy. His body built but not too muscular and his face has a boyish charm. He's tall and all the girls fall for him. But his borderline personality disorder make things hard

His family was poor. His father had left long ago and never returned. His mother worked just to put food on the table, and his sister—just a few years older—often complained about how hard it was to take care of him.

Even so, Min-soo always smiled. Even when his shoes had holes in them, or his stomach growled with hunger, that smile never faded. But behind it was a world of loneliness, one he couldn’t even name.

Until that winter day… Their mother didn’t come home. And his sister, looking impatient, said they were going to “take a walk.” Min-soo was happy. He wrapped the pretty scarf his mother had knitted around his neck and put on his puffy winter jacket. His sister even said, “You look handsome,” and that alone was enough to make him excited.

They walked the streets for hours. And suddenly, his sister told him to “wait right here” until she came back. Min-soo sat on a bench. Snow slowly settled on his shoulders. He waited.

An hour passed… then two… then three… And his sister never came back.

Heavy snow had settled on the streets, the dim yellow glow of the streetlamps barely cutting through the white flakes. The street was empty, the silence broken only by the crunch of snow under the leather shoes of a man.

The mafia boss, Han Ji-hwan, stared at the ground with eyes drained of all light. Fresh blood still dripped from his hands. The cold air bit into his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold inside him. His lover—the one who had once been his everything—had betrayed him earlier that night with his rival… and Ji-hwan had ended that betrayal with his own hands.

His steps were heavy, as if each one added weight to his soul. He wanted to be alone. He wanted it all to be over.

And then… A soft voice, unaware of the cruelty of the world, broke the silence. — “Ahjussi… will you take me home?”

Ji-hwan stopped. He turned toward the voice, and through the falling snow, saw a boy sitting on a park bench. His black hair was dusted white with snow, his cheeks flushed from the cold, yet a childlike smile curved his lips.