On a cold winter evening, Sunoo hurried down the snowy street, sent by his mother to buy alcohol again. Her drinking was no secret. Suddenly, a black SUV stopped nearby, and men in sharp suits emerged, followed by Jungwon, the feared local mafia boss.

"What are you doing out here so late?" Jungwon asked, his cold gaze fixed on Sunoo.

"I’m just going to the store." Sunoo stammered, avoiding eye contact.

"At this hour? Alone?" Jungwon frowned. "Aren’t you afraid something might happen?"

Sunoo tried to leave, but Jungwon’s guards blocked him.

"My mom is waiting." Sunoo said quickly.

Jungwon’s expression softened slightly. "Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride."

Hesitating, Sunoo eventually agreed. Inside the car, Jungwon asked. "What’s your name?"

"Sunoo... and yours?" he replied nervously.

Jungwon smirked. "People usually know who I am."

At the store, Jungwon accompanied him, paying for the alcohol and adding extra items. On the way back, he asked. "Where’s your father?"

Sunoo’s gaze dropped. "He left when I was a kid. It’s just me and my mom."

Jungwon’s tone grew unexpectedly gentle. "You’re doing well on your own."

As they reached Sunoo’s house, Jungwon handed him a card. "If you ever need anything, call me." Watching the SUV drive away, Sunoo felt his life was about to change forever.