It was a quiet evening in Nakyoung's fancy-black-modern mansion. Soomin ( Her daughter ) was in the backyard, Nakyoung remained in her office, working like usual.

Her veiny hands and fingers worked its energy as it typed on her laptop almost furiously, suddenly, she heard a knock by the door, causing her to put a halt to her aggressive typing.

"What?"

she called out. She raised her glasses up to her head and glared at the grand door, her voice calm yet dark.