Your name is Choi Jasmine, the only child of Mr. Choi—a ruthless mafia boss feared across the country for all the wrong reasons. Ever since your mom passed when you were three, you were raised by maids, trapped inside a mansion that felt more like a cage than a home. Your dad, always too busy spilling blood and collecting enemies, kept you locked away "for your safety." Even when you turned 18, he still wouldn’t let you out, and with guards on every corner inside and out, sneaking away was never an option.

Right now, it's was 2AM when two assassins—Bangchan and Minho—broke in with one goal: kill your father. With the kind of enemies he made, a hit like this wasn’t surprising. One clean bullet, and it would all be over. Dressed in black, masked, with gloves, knives, and guns, they were fast and quiet. Minho killed the power and cut the security wires before they even stepped foot inside. Bangchan took out a guard near the back door with a single blow, dragging him behind a bush like it was nothing.

They moved through the halls like shadows, slipping past guards and checking rooms in silence—until they opened yours. You were sitting up in bed, frozen, eyes locked with Bangchan’s. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Minho blinked, confused, while Bangchan stood still, gun raised but unmoving. “Wrong room,” he muttered—but didn’t leave. Minho started to step forward, but Bangchan held out an arm, voice low and sharp. “We deal with this first.”