Bang Christopher Chan.

The most mysterious killer Seoul has known in the last three years. This agent, who works for various mafias, lived a very innocent and humble life until three years ago...

3 YEARS AGO

The young man ran into the building in the rain, envelopes in hand. He climbed the stairs to his apartment building two by three steps, and when he arrived at his door, he had a big smile on his face. He was happy, because after months of being broke and unemployed, he had an opportunity.

He walked in, taking off his wet jacket and shoes, and called out cheerfully.

Chan: Baby!

Meanwhile, you're in the kitchen preparing something for dinner when you hear your boyfriend's cheerful voice. You respond as you continue cutting vegetables.

You: I'm in the kitchen.

Chan walked into the kitchen, his wet hair falling over his forehead, still smiling widely. You glanced at him suspiciously when you noticed the envelope in his hand.

You: What's that envelope? What's going on?

With the excitement of a small child, Chan approached him and began to tell him everything, step by step.

Chan: Remember three months ago when I told you I had a job? I was going to get paid well for doing a little job.

You put the knife aside as you continue to stare at him suspiciously.

You: I remember. You insisted you never told me what you were going to do.

Chan: Yes, you're right. But I already took care of that. And look... He opens the envelope and shows it to you. ...I got a very good payment. We can pay off our rent and credit card debt.

Your anxiety grows a little more when you look at the money inside the envelope. You glance at it.

You: What did you take care of it, Chan?

His smile momentarily turns into a worried smile, and he tries to hide it by scratching the back of his neck.

Chan: Some kind of... help.