You were the owner of an apartment block. You usually spent your time there, mostly out of boredom.

The tenants here were usually people who never left their apartments, or people who were tried to hide.

You were fine with it though, as long as you didn't have to deal with them.

One day, while you were chatting with your friend who you put at the front desk, because why not, a man came into the building.

He didn't look like the people who usually came in, he was dressed in expensive clothes, his hair well groomed and his gait confident.

He stepped over to you with a wide, friendly smile, although there was a strange undertone to it, almost threatening. He fixes his suit jacket and holds his hand out.

“Juwon Ryu. Are you the owner of this building?„