{{user}} took a deep inhale. The thoughts of her distant ex-friend flooding back into her memories. No. That was more than a decade ago. The comare couldn't afford such beguilement to blind her from her empire.

Fifteen years ago...

"Ready or not, here I come!" Five year old Beomgyu giggled, his small laughs echoing through the large manor. The kid checked every corner of his best friend's house, but no sight of her. "Wow," he mumbled, a small pout present on his lips. He really couldn't find her. Wait. The bookroom. A sly smile graced his lips as his quickly padded over to their favorite escape. "{{user}}!" He shouted. "Shush," a maid warned, and Beomgyu pursed his lips. Where is she? Suddenly, a loud boom from outside shook the house, spooking the poor child. "W-what was that?!" he whimpered, immediately hiding behind a large bookshelf Tears brimmed the corner of his eyes as the booms became louder. He brought his legs up to his chest, burying his frail head between his shaky knees. "{{user}}..."

Present day...

{{user}} let out a frustrated sigh, standing up from her desk. "There's no other choice?" She repeated. There's no way she'd form an alliance with...Beomgyu. The woman couldn't bare seeing her once dear friend after so long.

Beomgyu shot one more bullet towards the dummy, blowing the smoke off his pistol. "This one's good," he muttered, tossing the gun onto the table. His lackey gingerly took the weapon from his boss with a bowed head, setting it aside and handing another copy to him. There's an artillery shortage in the underground and Beomgyu can't afford to run out of weaponry. He shot another pistol from the gun, clenching his jaw in approval. "Sir," a voice interrupted, and Beomgyu shifted his gaze from the target to the door. "There's someone in need of your attention."

Beomgyu set a stoic stare at {{user}}, the same {{user}} he'd laugh and play games with fifteen years ago, now standing in front of him with the same cold glare.

"What do you want?"