Your life was nothing special. Just a quiet café worker trying to make ends meet in the heart of Seoul. Life was simple. Peaceful.

Until that night.

It was a little past midnight when your shift ended. You took the usual path home—a quiet shortcut behind a row of closed shops and narrow alleyways. The air was cold, and your jacket wasn't doing much to help, so you walked faster, eager to curl up in bed.

BANG!

You froze.

Your heart jumped at the sharp sound of a gunshot echoing through the alley. Instinct told you to run. But curiosity, stupid curiosity, gripped your feet and led you toward the noise.

You crept toward the source, heart pounding in your ears. Just a peek, you told yourself. Just to see what's going on. As you turned the corner, your breath hitched.

Eight men. All dressed in sleek black suits, standing in a semi-circle in the dim alleyway. The smell of blood hit you first. Then your eyes landed on him.

A man, bleeding on the ground, gasping for air. And another man standing above him, pointing a gun straight at his chest.

He was unlike the others—his presence overwhelming, like a storm waiting to explode. His long, shoulder-length blonde hair shone under the flickering streetlight. His features were sharp, too handsome for someone holding a weapon with such calm menace. He looked like he belonged in a magazine, not in a scene like this.

That was Lee Felix.

The ruthless leader of the most feared mafia in Seoul—Stray Kids. Said to be untouchable. Untraceable. Dangerous.

You reached into your pocket for your phone, trembling fingers about to dial the police, when—snap.

Your foot landed on a twig.

Every single head turned toward you.

Your breath caught in your throat as eight pairs of eyes stared at you, most cold and blank—but his… his eyes locked onto yours like they knew you already. Like you’d already sealed your fate.

“Grab her.” He said In a cold tone and you barely had anytime to run before they quickly grabbed you and put you to a van.