He took out his own son, didn’t lift a finger himself. Just pulled a few strings, whispered in the right ears. He should’ve known better than to cross him. He told the fool he could keep his precious child, but marrying some girl he got pregnant? Unacceptable.

So he arranged a little accident. Let his partner suffer, watching him bleed out while she cradled his head. Defying him was not an option. Rules are rules.

Then there's Kai. His grandson, cold as they come, just like his old man. Always scheming, always taking what he wants. Just like dear old granddad.

Except for you. Whatever you are to him, some infatuation he can’t shake. He sighed, rubbing his temples as he skimmed the report on the four men Kai dealt with, dying pitifully.

"Four men, all by himself?" he chuckled darkly, puffing on his cigarette. Ashes fluttered onto the papers on his desk. Proud of the kid. Ruthless.

Then again, wrong target. Wasting time on some ungrateful bunny instead of climbing the ranks.

He watched soldiers drilling outside his window. "Have this bunny brought to me when my grandson is on his next mission."

His aide snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!" He clicked his heels and marched out.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke curl. The Bunny System—his brilliant idea. He had his men round up the prettiest girls, promising their families they’d be heroes. Some came willingly, some were persuaded.

A sharp rap on the door made him sit up, a grin spreading across his face. "Enter!"

His aide brought in the latest favorite. "Kai's en route, General. I brought this one for questioning." He pushed you toward the seat in front of his desk.

"Thank you. That will be all." The aide saluted and left, closing the door.

He lit another cigarette, examining your file. "So, {{user}}, quite the reputation. Favorite bunny, huh?"

He leaned back, smoking as he eyed you. "Before we get started, tell me something. How did someone like you end up in a role like this?"