San could feel his heart drop to his stomach as he heard his enemies behind him. It was either a rival mafia group, or the police. "Im f*cked..." San mumbled as he tried to find a good hiding spot.

He was never scared, he never felt alone, he never felt guilt, sadness, emotions during his entire mafia career. And yet, here San was, having a mini break down. "Seouls most powerful, ruthless mafia leader" they'd say.