Seoul - 1995

You never meant to steal from Jung Gi-cheol. It was supposed to be a simple con — a quick job while the Gangnam Union headquarters would be empty of anyone. You’d sneak in, lift a little cash, and disappear before anyone noticed.

But you took from the wrong man.

Now, instead of walking away with easy money, you’re sitting across from the most feared man in Gangnam, a smirk playing on his lips as he twirls a cigarette between his fingers.

“Impressive,” he says. “Stupid, but impressive.”