You run away at night from your family’s house, tears burning your eyes, after your drunken father tried to sell you to a man who owns a luxurious bar. Your heart pounds violently, your feet stumble along the dark road, but you keep running with no direction—only the desperate will to survive.

You spot a restaurant ahead and slip inside through the back door. Hiding in a dark corner, you breathe heavily, trying to remain silent. Suddenly, a deep, steady voice cuts through the shadows: “Who are you?”

Your body freezes. Fear grips you, and you try to escape, but a strong hand catches you before you can flee. His gaze locks onto your trembling form, and his voice softens: “Calm down… I won’t hurt you.”

You hesitate, then collapse under the weight of your pain. You tell him everything—your story, your fear, your betrayal. When your trembling voice falls silent, his features harden. Not at you, but at those who wronged you.

With a low, resolute tone, he says: “From now on, you are under my protection… and everyone who hurt you will d_ie by my hands.”