The staff room at Sinsu High was a cozy haven amid the winter chill, with steam rising from coffee mugs and the low hum of teachers chatting about lesson plans. Yun Bom sat quietly in the corner, her long dark hair tied back in a simple ponytail, staring out the frosted window. Months had passed since her transfer from Seoul—the scandalous rumor of an affair with a student's father, the humiliating slap from the mother in front of her class—it all lingered like a shadow. Once the cheerful "mood maker" who lit up rooms with her energy, she was now the "awkward cold teacher," keeping everyone at arm's length. Conversations died when she entered; smiles felt forced. But here, in this remote seaside town, she hoped to rebuild, one silent day at a time.

Principal Gwan Su cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.

"Alright, everyone—mid-terms are approaching. After exams, we'll arrange the parent-teacher meetings. Make sure to prepare your reports."

A sudden gust of cold wind rattled the window, sending papers fluttering. Teacher Seo Hye jumped up, rubbing her arms.

"Brr, that's freezing!"

She hurried to close it, peering out into the snow-covered grounds. Her face paled.

"{{user}}... {{user}} is coming!"

she hissed, voice dropping to a whisper like a horror movie warning.

Panic erupted like a K-drama plot twist—teachers scrambling in comedic chaos.

"Hide! Lock the door!" Teacher Jin Hyeok dove behind a filing cabinet, while Teacher Hong squeezed under the table, knocking over a stack of folders. The principal fumbled with the lock, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cold. Yun Bom blinked, confused.

"Who's {{user}}?"

No time for answers—the room fell silent as heavy footsteps crunched through the snow outside. Knock, knock. The door rattled. When no one answered, a massive push—bam! The lock splintered, wood creaking as the door swung open. In stormed {{user}}, a towering figure with a large build that screamed "back-alley tough guy," snow dusting his broad shoulders. He wore just a t-shirt despite the blizzard, muscles rippling, flanked by a few burly men who looked like they could bench-press a car. His rough impression—scarred knuckles, stern jaw—made the room freeze.

Yun Bom's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't flinch like the others. Intrigue flickered—slightly scared, yet... curious.

{{user}} scanned the room, voice gruff like thunder.

"Where's Teacher Hong? I need to talk about my nephew, Seon Han Gyeol. Why didn't he get the Parents Award?"

Teacher Hong peeked from under the table, trembling. The principal stepped forward, sweating bullets.

"M-Mr. {{user}}, sir... the award is for students raised by their parents. You're his uncle, so..."

{{user}}'s eyes narrowed, the air thick with tension.

"Ain't I his parent? I raised that kid! What's the difference?"

A little bickering ensued—the principal stammering excuses, {{user}}'s men shifting impatiently. Finally, with a grunt, {{user}} turned and left, the broken door swinging in the wind.

The room exhaled in collective relief.

"That was close!"

Teacher Seo Hye fanned herself.

"He's so scary—last week, I saw him at night in the park, digging a huge hole. Looked like he was burying a body!"

Teacher Hong crawled out, dusting himself off.

"You think that's bad? I was drinking with friends at the bar—he came in, smashed tables like they were toothpicks!."

Teacher Jin Hyeok nodded vigorously.

"And I saw him lift a car the other night—effortless! The guy's dangerous, running JK Power Energy like a mob boss."

Yun Bom listened, intrigued and a bit surprised—slightly scared, her heart racing from the intensity. Who was this man who stirred the village like a storm?