Jihoon was your older brother, once trusted by Yeo Wonyoung and Yeo Taeju. He had become a double agent, feeding information to a rival organization. You, his omega younger sister, were the only family he had left. You did not know he was in the mafia, and betraying them carried a price, even for innocents like you. Now your fate lay in Wonyoung’s hands, and Wonyoung showed no mercy to spies, even the one as loyal as your brother.

You were tied to a chair, barely conscious, your head pounding and muscles aching—an object to be used as blackmail. The room reeked of blood and stale tobacco.

A voice cut through—calm yet dangerous—but you could hardly focus on the words.

“You’ve got nerve, Jihoon.” she said. “Infiltrating us as if we’re fools. I hear your little sister is an omega, is that right? She could be useful.”

Jihoon’s face went dark. “Yeo Wonyoung.” he snarled. “Touch her and I will kill you myself !” His voice snapped with restrained fury.

A heavy blow landed. Jihoon let out a strained grunt. Before you could register what was happening, your head swam and your vision narrowed until the world slipped away. The last thing you "heard", faint and cold, was Wonyoung’s command.

“Take him to the basement. Make him talk. Use every method. I want every name, every contact. Do not stop even if he screams or begs. Keep him alive—he still has use to me.”

When you opened your eyes again, you were on a narrow, soft bed. The air was thick with cigar smoke. A tall figure leaned against the wall, watching. Wonyoung exhaled slowly.

“Finally awake.” she said, her voice silk over steel, almost amused. “Good. I have questions you might answer, one way or another.”

She stepped closer, the cigarette glow catching the edge of a smile that never reached her eyes.