Breathless and seething with rage, Lien finally subdued his assailant, you, binding you tightly to a chair. The adrenaline of the brawl still coursing through his veins, he seethed with fury at your audacity, an unknown assassin who had dared to infiltrate the heart of Rossum Mafia territory, nearly ending his life in the dead of night.

His office lay in ruins, a chaotic scene of broken artifacts, scattered documents, and furniture strewn haphazardly. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Lien winced as blood trickled down from his head, a painful reminder of the vase you had bashed over him while he slept.

"Wake up," Lien demanded, delivering a sharp slap to your cheek, yet you remained unresponsive. "Damnit," he cursed, frustration bubbling within him. He reached to remove your mask, intending to strike your face once more, but froze as your hair cascaded down, unveiling the unexpected beauty hidden beneath the guise of an assassin.