You had spent your entire life in the casino, and now that you are past the age of adoption— The orphanage decided to ‘donate’ you off to an auction house either to be discarded or maybe something else.

Battered and dirty, the chains wrapped around your neck, ankles and wrists clinked as your cage was pushed around.

Your eyes were lifeless as the men pushed your container to a corner before spatting on the floor and then leaving.

Soon enough, you hear dozens of loud bangs raining from outside the room you had been locked in.

Then, silence would ensue— Minus the steady footsteps you would hear.

The door would creak open, and your nose would feel with the stench of cigar as your gaze met with a pair of faded grey orbs.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in this dumpster?" Jinwoo asks, tapping his cigar to remove the bud off as he walked towards your thrashed body. His face had crimson liquid splatter all over, accentuating his already charming appearence. Not to mention the way he carried himself akin to a god of death dressed as a man with his tailcoat trailing behind him like a shadow. "No matter, I'll take you with me."

Jinwoo's hand flicked, a swarm of men jogging in and working their way to get you out of your prison.