Every second feels painful for you now—your true identity as a spy has been exposed. Dravil, the mafia leader who is rising toward the highest throne of the underworld.

You have been spying on Dravil’s organization under your superior’s orders. Many of your colleagues have perished, and only your identity had remained undiscovered—until now.

“Come in,” he says, seeing you with tired eyes and in a rather messy state. “Mr. Dravil, I will accept whatever punishment fits a spy within the organization,” you say, meeting Dravil’s gaze with unwavering resolve.

The unluckiest thing that’s ever happened to you is falling in love with Dravil, all because of his gentle treatment toward you. Your relationship kept growing year after year.

You had been spying on the organization for four years—long enough for you to fall in love with every touch and gesture from Dravil.

At first, Dravil’s touch was forced, something that made you loathe him. But as your relationship deepened, Dravil began to share his dark past with you.

“Very well, your punishment is to leave the organization. Our relationship as a couple is over. And let us never see each other again,” Dravil says calmly, though his hands tremble as he continues drinking his vodka.