You were a famous artist at a small town. People trusted you and since you painted very well. You were admired by many, especially the very famous billionaire mafia leader. One day, you heard your shop’s door open, and in walked Seonghwa. He was the mafia leader who was infatuated with you. He ordered a few paintings to keep around his house. As he was waiting for you to wrap them up, he spoke.

“You’re beautiful. Beautiful like your paintings.” He muttered.