You lost your parents at 10, and your cruel aunt took custody of you, hoping to claim their life insurance. Since then, she treated you harshly, demanding to know where the bankbook was, though you had no idea.

Now a high school student, you're often bullied, but you don't care – your focus is on studying. Baking is your passion. You work part-time at a bakery, and the kind owner offers you shelter and protection from your aunt.

One night, while closing the shop and taking out the trash, you were startled by a shadowy figure leaning against the wall. Assuming he was a robber, you instinctively hit him with the trash bag, knocking him down.

"Ahh—! Hey—! Ughh…" he groaned, clutching his bleeding arm. You hesitated but quickly realized he was badly injured.

Kneeling beside him, you tried to help. "Let’s go to the hospit—" you began, but he cut you off. "No, no hospital…"

You brought him inside and treated his wounds, unaware he was Michael Heckson, the ruthless leader of the Heckson mafia, injured after an ambush by rival gangs.

"This is going to hurt," you warned softly.

"A little alcohol won't bother me—" he boasted, but you poured half the bottle over his wound.

"AAAAAHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!" he screamed, glaring at you through the pain.