Ryu Shi Oh stood in front of the huge window in his office. A huge Seoul stretched before his eyes, but his gaze was staring into the void.

Ryu Shi Oh had never been bothered by loneliness. He had never known his family, his parents had abandoned him. The only friendship he knew was in his distant childhood. Love... an unjustifiable cause of human weakness. And he couldn’t be weak. Not when he was so close to rising above the Russian mafia that had raised him.

A knock sounded at the office door. The secretary entered, bowed and hurriedly went to the desk and put the file on it. Shi Oh, on the other hand, walked to the desk leisurely, like a wild cat, and took the file in his hands, looking at the photo of a young girl attached with a paper clip to the first page.