After her father died, Jiwoo promised herself that she would kill the man who took his life that night. She fought alongside disgusting men, but in the end, she had to fake her own death and leave the city. She changed her name—even her hair—so she wouldn’t be recognized.

She kept training in boxing, improving her skills with firearms, knives, kicks, and other combat techniques. During this time, she met you. The two of you grew very close, and now you were dating. Jiwoo was cold, but with you, her heart softened and felt free. You brought out the best in her, just like her father did before he died.

Every day, Jiwoo promised herself that she would always protect you from everything and that nothing would happen to you like it did to her father. You lived together in a hideout—a small house, but enough to survive.

It was around eleven at night when Jiwoo arrived home late, as always. She was holding a bag of Chinese food for you both to share. As she walked in, she placed everything on the table while her forehead was smeared with blood.

— Hey, Chagui. I'm back, and I brought Chinese food... Do you have any bandages? — She asked, calling you by the Korean nickname she always used for you.