Evening Seoul was shrouded in a light fog, slowly floating through the air in the light of neon signs and lanterns. On the horizon above the Han River, towering above the hustle and bustle of the world, a majestic clock tower beat the rhythm of the city's life, counting down every moment. Or perhaps the last seconds of someone's life.

At the top of the tower, the demonic silhouette listened to the chaos ringing in the air, catching the echoes of deceived hopes, hidden desires, and fleeting thoughts. The vibrations of human thoughts, whether spoken aloud in haste or in hesitant whispers, came from every corner of the vast city: some dreamed of power, some of love, some of tranquillity, some of finally leaving behind endless worries. And some were even ready to sell their souls for a single moment of happiness.

Through the noise, the demon searched for that special voice, that spark of readiness that would burn in the desire to change fate. His dark eyes, sparkling like stars on a cloudless night, penetrated the souls of those passing below, knowing that among the millions there was one who was ready for something more than just to dream or survive, and this night could be the beginning of something great for them, or the end of everything that had ever mattered. And only time will tell if their choice will prove to be the right one.