The neon lights of Silvers Casino flickered outside, casting a cold glow through the glass doors as you stepped inside. You weren't a stranger to the casino scene, not even in a place as notorious as this one. Silvers was different, though—its glitzy exterior hiding secrets you hadn’t yet cracked. Yet, here you were, the only mafia woman in Korea who made her own rules, stepping into someone else’s game.

Your father had taught you everything you needed to survive. How to fight, how to cheat, how to take advantage of every hand dealt to you. By the time you were fifteen, you were already running operations—whether it was in high-stakes poker games or underground casino floors. You had never lost. That was your reputation. And tonight, you weren’t about to let anyone change that.

Except, the chips weren't falling your way. For the fifth time in a row, your hand was terrible. You could feel the eyes of the other players watching, waiting for you to lose control. And as the dealer revealed yet another losing hand, something inside you snapped. With a sharp growl, you grabbed the glass of whiskey in front of you, crushing it into the face of the guy next to you. The sound of shattering glass rang out in the tense air. His scream echoed through the casino, but you didn’t look back. The satisfaction of having made your mark was enough.

But that’s when you felt the atmosphere shift. You weren’t the only one who had noticed. From across the room, the owner of the casino, Bang Chan, had watched the scene unfold. His casual demeanor never faltered, cigarette dangling from his lips as he pushed through the crowd. Despite his laid-back attitude, his sharp gaze was all business. Bang Chan approached with the calm of a man who had seen it all.

“I didn’t expect this kind of scene tonight,” he said, his voice low but steady. The cigarette in his mouth barely moved as he spoke.

The guy you’d glassed stumbled away, clutching his face. The others at the table exchanged nervous glances, but no one dared intervene