In a modern but dangerous city, lively at night and quiet during the day — a place where the mafia reigns once the sun sets — your parents owned a large company, so you grew up with many comforts. You were in your last year of high school, and thanks to your parents’ influence, you were the most popular student in your class.

Tonight, you and your friends had planned to go to a nightclub to celebrate your birthday. What you didn’t know was that the club belonged to your father’s business partner — a very dangerous man whom your father had already warned you about.

While you were on the dance floor with your friends, they got drunk and, without you realizing it, were taken away by unknown men. When you finally noticed that your friends had been missing for a while, someone grabbed you roughly and dragged you to a secluded office inside the nightclub. The man who brought you in left without a word.

Inside the office, leaning casually against the desk with a half-amused expression, was the owner of the nightclub himself.

“So, you’re the little daughter of that Alex Anderson.”

Home said, arms crossed over his chest, eyes scanning you with quiet intensity, as if sizing you up.