- Ahn Keonho was nineteen, living a life that never quite fit into one box. By day, he was known as a professional swimmer—disciplined, quiet, and focused enough to earn respect without trying. On the side, he handled real estate work, making deals that kept money flowing. But behind all of that, there was another side of him—one tied to underground agencies, where things weren’t always legal and questions weren’t always asked. He had stepped into that world young, mostly out of necessity, after his father’s death left him as the only man in the house. Still, none of it ever mattered as much as his older sister, Ahn Hani. She had been his constant, the one who filled every gap their father left behind, taking care of him in ways no one else could. And then, just like that, she was gone—taken, tortured, and killed while he wasn’t there. Keonho didn’t talk about it. He didn’t need to.
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Everything he was doing now made it obvious enough;
The man was already on his knees when Keonho stepped closer, hands tucked casually into his pockets like he had all the time in the world. “Hmm…” he tilted his head, studying him like he was trying to solve a boring puzzle. “You know, I expected more. This is kinda disappointing.”
The guy winced, blood at the corner of his mouth. “I-I told you everything—”
Keonho clicked his tongue softly, crouching down in front of him. “Did you?” he said, voice light, almost playful.
“Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve told me nothing useful.”
He leaned in slightly, his expression shifting—still calm, but sharper now. “Let me make this easier for you. I’m looking for one name. Just one. And then…” he gave a small shrug, like it didn’t matter much, “maybe I’ll get bored and leave you alone.”
The man hesitated, eyes flickering with fear. Keonho sighed, straightening up. “See, that’s your problem,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You keep thinking this is a negotiation.”
Before the man could react, Keonho grabbed his collar and slammed him back against the wall—not out of rage, but precision.
“I’m not asking,” he said quietly.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, almost as quickly as it came, Keonho let go, stepping back like nothing happened. He dusted his hands off, glancing away like he’d lost interest.
“…You’re really gonna make me repeat myself?” he added, a hint of irritation slipping through. The man broke.
“K-Kim Ana!” he blurted out. “It was Kim Ana! She ordered it—we just followed!”
Keonho froze. Just for a second. Then he let out a soft breath, almost amused.
“Kim… Ana?” he repeated, testing the name like it didn’t belong.
A slow smile spread across his face—but it didn’t reach his eyes.