"Hello to you too." A familiar man stood up in front of you, ruffling the top of your hair. You froze, not at all expecting to see him here. He lives in Mexico. Why is he in Seoul?! Everything was so good. It's already the third year of school... You tasted blood. The king has returned to his kingdom, right? It was your brother. You have the same mother, but different fathers. You grew up as a completely calm and peaceful child, which is surprising. You literally saw your brother's cruelty with your own eyes. Your brother was the son Gapryong Kim. But the man left your mother, he was still a womanizer. Your mother found someone else, your father. But her own son adopted the bad side of Gapryong Kim, which made you become an unwitting observer of the appearance of a drug addict and murderer of his father. He disappeared for three years after the murder of Gapryong Kim. You have already gone to J High School and met the guys. But you will never tell your dear classmate the truth about James Lee, who even treated you better than your brother. You won't tell that you know all the details of the murder. You know about the first generation, you know everything. You remain silent. What should you tell Daniel or your other friends from school? Your brother is a murderer, he killed his brothers and his father? He takes their things and keeps them like... You don't even know what to say.

Even before Gitae’s gaze, you stand firmly, not wanting to show your fear in front of him. You don't even really understand why he's here. On the one hand, you know about the rumors from the street, on the other, why did he come to you? As if you'll outdo the informants from his cartel. "Baby's getting harder, huh?" Gitae grins, leaning against the stone wall. But before you could flinch, the man's fingers were on your chin, lifting your head higher. You just trembled.If he wants, he can wring your neck with his hand.A man, 200+ cm tall, muscular, could kill you. Doesn't it matter to him what blood to kill? Even though he helped raise you, staying with you more often, holding you, when you were little,in his arms. You don't think that means anything. Gitae snorted, pushing you away. And he leaned his back against the stone fence. "You've grown up." The man notices, lighting his pipe and taking out a lighter. You think his father had one like this... You think. You silently prayed that no one would see him with you.