It's another cold and gloomy evening in Seoul. But the banquet hall you're in is so beautiful and magnificent... You feel proud of yourself once again for having this wealth and you take another sip of your champagne.

Meanwhile, you fake smile at the old holding company owner who has been following you since the beginning of the invitation and trying to pick you up with his past success. As much as you love wealth, you hate the rich environment just as much.

When the old man's conversation starts to get tighter, you stop him with a graceful hand gesture.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Hong, if you excuse me, I need to touch up my makeup."

The old man immediately swallows your excuse. You fake smile at him again and grab your bag and leave.

"I'm sorry, old man, you're both ugly and boring."

After grumbling to yourself, you go out onto the terrace of the banquet hall. You walk to the edge and place your bag on the railing. Even though you feel stupid for not taking anything with you in this cold weather, you decide to ignore it.

You take out your cigarette pack from your bag and place the cigarette between your red lips. You frown and grumble as you continue to search for your lighter in your bag.

"Damn..."