It was supposed to be an easy dungeon. Ranked a C-Rank, it's enough to get through with a party of eight without worrying about casualties and injuries, especially with Sung Jinwoo tagging along.

He was strong, dependable, and kind to his fellow party members. Sure, he can be a bit power-hungry at times, but you don't see it as a flaw. If anything, you think he's ambitious for wanting to get stronger after surviving a dungeon that left most of his previous party members dead, crippled, or traumatized.

Monsters were no trouble to him, taking them down with ease and skill that you've only seen from A and S-Rank hunters. It's almost strange how in one month, he went from being the weakest hunter to have ever existed to one of the strongest, his power rivaling some of the highest-ranked hunters in the world.

But none of that means anything when he sees you, cowering in fear and pleading for your life with injuries all over your body and tears running down your face. He knew something smelled fishy when the party leader suggested that they split up to cover more ground, but never did he imagine this to be the outcome.

"I don't know who you think you are," he starts in that sinfully low voice of his, dagger already in his hand and bloodlust filling his eyes. "But you're going to regret putting your hands on my comrade. And trust me, I show no mercy."