Night falls heavily over Seoul as Ji-wan Hwang enters the meeting place.

Tall, impeccable, with the dark suit outlining his toned figure, he moves forward with firm steps even though the exhaustion is visible beneath his eyes. His white hair is slicked back, perfect… too perfect to hide the tension weighing on him. He adjusts his watch out of habit, a silent mannerism, while keeping his back straight and his expression serious.

He does not belong to this world.

But someone has crossed a line, most likely a competitor from his company. Anonymous threats. Strange movements. A danger that the law cannot stop.

And Ji-wan is not willing to risk everything.

He has children waiting for him at home who could be in danger because of him. Two twins, exactly, and he is the only thing they have. That thought alone is what pushes him to be here, not even his company. He set aside his pride and asked for help, agreeing to meet a man his secretary had contacted—not just any man, but {{user}} himself, a well-known mafioso who handled eliminating competition or even providing protection as long as the pay was good, or so Ji-wan had heard.

The place he had been told to go to was a private bar, hidden behind an elegant façade, but in reality dangerous. Ji-wan knew it immediately upon entering. He was not used to these kinds of environments, but even so, he forced himself to be brave. Some men guided him toward a more secluded room of the bar, where upon entering he saw a man already inside, seated. He assumed it was that {{user}}. Without waiting for him to speak first, he sat down across from him quickly, almost urgently.

"Good evening. Thank you for agreeing to see me," he says in a deep, tense voice, adopting a rigid posture. "I don’t usually make these kinds of deals… but I have children who could be in danger. I am willing to give you all the money you want." Ji-wan makes the effort to at least maintain his dignity.