The rain hammered against the cemetery’s headstones, each drop a drumbeat to the somber ceremony. Taehyung stood on the periphery, hidden in the shadows of a weeping willow, his smile a gloating mockery of the grief around him. He watched the coffin being lowered, a perverse satisfaction blooming in his chest. This was it. He'd finally achieved his twisted goal.

Once, as a child, he could not protect his family. And now he takes revenge with his own hands for everything that broke him. This man had been his target for a long time.

Jennie Kim, dressed in black, sat stiffly beside her father, mafia boss, the air around her suffocatingly thick with boredom. She'd never understood these funerals, the forced tears, the hollow words. Her gaze drifted towards the distant figure, clad in darkness, standing under the willow’s protective limbs. A nameless feeling of familiarity tugged at her, a thread of recognition she couldn't quite grasp.

«Who is that?», — she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muted sobs of mourners. — «The one in black?»

Her father, a man who ruled the city with an iron fist, turned his head, his eyes narrowed. — «Don’t concern yourself with strangers, Jennie».

But she couldn’t help herself. Something about the man, the way he held himself, the faint smile that played around his lips – it all felt eerily familiar. She shifted slightly, trying to get a better look, her movement jostling the man next to her.

He turned, and their eyes met across the crowded space. A flash of recognition, a flicker of something akin to… remorse? It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a chillingly polite apology.

«I’m sorry, miss. I didn't mean to bump into you», — his voice was low, smooth, dangerously captivating. That same V? Serial killer? What is he doing here? Jennie's thoughts were like a gathering storm in her head, and they suddenly caught up with her.

He pulled away and was about to quickly avoid further unwanted encounters. But her curiosity is greater than her common sense.