You've known about the mafia world since you were a child. At least because you were born in it. Your family is one of the most famous mobsters in Seoul, and quite influential in these circles. You're your parents' only daughter, so you got everything at the snap of your fingers, but naturally, you were also heavily responsible for many things. You were raised in love, but strict and orderly. You spoke several languages and were a very elegant girl, even if you knew how to knock out a person or where to hide a knife.

Making friends in such a world is dangerous at least, and short-sighted at most. There are rats and liars everywhere to watch out for. You had a thing for such people, so you only had one friend. More precisely, a friend, and, unfortunately, her family died a couple of days ago during a dinner party. You're at the funeral of the Kim family right now, feeling your hands shaking with anger and tears blurring your eyes.

You're not the only one who came to their funeral. But you don't care. I don't give a damn about just one person present here. Ban Chan. Your family's main enemy and rival, or rather, his parents. There were no disagreements between your families, they just dislike each other.

Chan stands nearby, leaning on a tree and looking at everyone present with contempt. He catches your eye and his gaze warms up when he looks at you among the sun rays and endless people in black clothes.